Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

"You think he only orphaned me? No. His hands are bloody with dozens of other people's blood. He killed them for fucking money." "Stop. Stop! I don't wanna listen to it anymore," I cried, pummeling his chest with my fists before I crumbled to the ground. "I-I can't take it anymore..." I trailed, full on sobing now. My heart bled like someone rammed a dagger through it. It was Hades Vilkas and unexpected enough, my own father, Vicente Allard. My heart told me not to trust his words, but the questions burned in my mind like obvious facts. Where was he now? Why he left me to this beast of a man? Why he kept ignoring my queries all those years? What had he been hiding?

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

"Now it's up to Rose to bring him here, so just be aware that they can appear at any moment." "You said he had been in a fight, with who?" I asked, "With Posiedon! his father!" Raven and Lucas's mouths flew open in shock. "He fought Poseidon?" Kira nodded, "Your father is fearless, he was pissed that Posiedon didn't tell him about you two when he forbid him to ever see your mother again." Raven and Lucas shared a glance and I know they were mindlinked as they walked away smiling, Kira looked at me, and I had a smile as well, "What?" Kira said. "I like him already!" I said "I knew you were going to say that." Kira shook her head grinning.

When she arrives, she rips the bag off his head and faces her father, looking him in the eyes. - What the hell, Mila? What's going on here? Why are you arresting me? - Mordred's eyes fall on Typhon, and he cannot hide his exhaustion at seeing him. - Typhon, my grandson. – he says dramatically. – I'm glad you're alive. When I ordered the men to release you, and they didn't return, I feared the worst. - The men you ordered to free or to take me to you for you to finish me off?

"See? You're already blending in." Her simple kindness loosened something inside Maya's chest. The atmosphere stayed relaxed, until the door opened. Everything became silent instantly. Feet dragged on the ground as conversation faded and the students rose together without saying a word. Maya’s face twisted in confusion and she slowly rose too. When she saw who had entered, her breath caught. Alpha King Damien Blackwood. Lucas's father. The most powerful man in Lunaris. He was taller than she had imagined, broad-shouldered and commanding without trying. His black coat carried the crest of the royal family near the collar.

Every day she gave me less reason to doubt her and more reason to wonder what she was hiding. My phone buzzed. Eli's name on the screen. "Tell me." "The mate status field is empty. No registered partner. No bond record. Nothing." Eli's voice was flat and careful. "She's been living as a rogue in Blackmoor for the last five years." My hand tightened on the pen. Blackmoor. My brother Jacob's territory. "She told me the father was in a distant pack," I said. "She lied." I set the pen down and stood. Walked to the window. The Capital stretched out below — glass and stone and wolves who trusted me to hold it together.

"But believe me, before anyone lays a hand on my Luna, this room will be filled with bodies." "Alpha…" I whispered, surprised by his reaction. "Please, we did not come together for a confrontation. Meliodas, correct? You are right, I was marked by the deity. However, that does not invalidate my bloodline or the gift granted by the Moon Goddess. Ignoring that would be the same as turning your backs on the deity who chose me. Is that what you intend?"

he says. This is not the same man we have all known as Elder Morris. He’s speaking too coldly for anything else to make sense. “Elder Morris, you aren’t my father,” I reply cautiously. “Of course, I’m not your father Miranda. I am your father’s ally in his attempts to get you back. Your mother took you from him many years ago. Do you even remember your father, Miranda?” Elder Morris asks. “No,” I answer confused. I could not wrap my head around how Elder Morris knows my father. “He was a good man at one time. Then everything changed when he met your mother,” he says.

“Then talk. For once, Milo, just talk to me as a man. Not a soldier.” Milo stayed standing for a moment, torn between instinct and emotion. Then sat across from me, almost like a son summoned to explain a hidden wound. He exhaled deeply. “My birth name is Mi Lo Jin. Son of Jong Ping Jin, Korean arms financier. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He trafficked power like currency. His reach extended into Lorenzo’s camp before Lorenzo even had a name.” My eyes narrowed. “And you disowned him?” Milo nodded. “He killed my mother for giving me a conscience. I left Korea. Found refuge with Mr. Martinez, a tech genius who owed my mother a favor. He became my real father. Trained me. Gave me a second life.”

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”