Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

The threads of destiny were intricately woven, and he was now a vital strand in the cosmic tapestry. "And what about Dad?" Morekish finally asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and sorrow. His mother's gaze softened. "Your father was a noble guardian, Morekish. He fought valiantly to protect the nexus but, like all guardians, he faced challenges that tested his strength and resolve. In the end, he sacrificed himself to thwart a great darkness that threatened to consume the realms." Morekish's heart sank at the revelation. The heroic legacy of his father, the untold sacrifices, and the cosmic battles fought in the shadows—these were the chapters of his family's story that had remai

GILDEON Everything Drusden’s memory fragments had carved open for him slammed back into place at once. His father, Daego, and his wife, Ragina. The clash with the Greater Beasts. His father stumbling home with an infant in his arms. The Dark Plane yawning open like a wound. “You’re the one who lied to me,” Gildeon growled. “About who my parents were. About how my father—General Daego—died.” Haemos’s salamander eyes narrowed to burning slits. “How did you know about that?” he demanded.

"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?"

“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.”

Albert—Valeria’s father—asks. He was supposed to be resting, not fully healed, but I guess he couldn’t resist. Or maybe he needed the distraction. Valeria told me she revealed her mother’s infidelity to him. “I am sure. It is my nephew. Astaroth’s son, only son,” Father says. “Who is?” I ask as I walk in. “The man in the golden plate who attacked,” Father says. “It is Astaroth’s son. Your cousin.” I’m shocked. “The one… dead?”

“… would now serve as the stage for executing FA.” In the next memory, I saw my mother with a man who looked like the demon lords, but was much older with more distant and weary eyes, as though he was suffering from a sickness himself. “That’s my father,” Asher said in a stoic tone. “Deimos Xipher.” ‘I do not care about anyone else, but my son should get out of those walls as an immortal,’ Deimos said. ‘In case he doesn’t… well... we’ll see about that when time comes.’

he pleaded. "I know," Grandpa Earl nodded his head. "Is his real dad not a good person?" Adriel warily asked. The two men shook their heads. "Not at all," Zeth answered. "You already know that Milo is only my half-brother, right? That he was born when my mother left us for another man?" Adriel nodded her head.