Meliodas Father Novels & Stories

Uriel's expression didn't change in the least. "Regretful but warranted, child. Mortas is the son of Asmodeus the demon of lust and Lucifer's grandson and should not be reproducing offspring," he growled softly and I eyed him oddly over that tidbit of information. "Salgos is my father, you're mistaken. I've never even met Asmodeus," I replied back. Uriel looked up and laughed cruelly.

that was a very exhausting combination. “Next time,” I said with a small smile, “I’ll argue with you first, then make the dangerous decisions.” “That is not comforting,” Calder muttered. Before my father could scold me again, a servant hurried over and bowed low. “My king,” he said quietly, “it’s… it’s about Melgaron.” My father stiffened at the name. Melgaron the Blood Binder. The sorcerer who hunted my family for generations.. the monster who claimed he would end the Lycana line with his own hands.

"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?

It’s from his experiences he learned the best. “Who are you?” Raeherys asked him all the sudden. The mondra bowed his head. “Myrdin Volarth, My King … I was the previous Mondramyr ... I served your father and your brother before.” Raeherys’ eyebrows rose in surprise. “You’re Gramad’s father?” Myrdin cast a warm smile. “How’s my son doing in my place?” “He’s leading all dragons into the war,” Raeherys replied. Now that he thought about it, he remembered about the comet. Could they still do something?

I calmed myself instead. "I see the eyes that intend to kill me after hearing my story. So now you know I am not changing sides. I am bound to be loyal. Demon King Ryu is more of a father figure to me than my own father ever was," Melina said. "Does your father know about the dirty schemes you play?" I asked.

"Malachi is your father." "It can't be possible," I whispered, shaking my head. "He can't be my father." "You wanted to know who your father is," Jared said, his voice heavy with regret. "That's him. He and your mother—before she supposedly died—they were mates." I staggered backward, my mind reeling. "This is why you never told me? Because my father is a rogue alpha? A murderer?" Jared nodded grimly. "How could I tell you? How could you possibly accept that your father is the one who's caused so much suffering?"

"I do not know. The texts are vague. But it is connected to the original Silvermoon pack. To the place where our bloodline began. If you want to find it, start looking at old pack lands. Abandoned territories. Places where Silvermoon ruled before the council destroyed us." She was backing toward a side exit now, preparing to flee. "Elena," she said one last time. "Whatever happens, whatever you choose, know that I am proud of you. Proud of how you survived. Proud of the strength you are becoming. Your father would be proud too." "My father voted to execute me," I said bitterly. "Marcus Reeves is not your father." Her voice was quiet but certain. "He raised you. But your biological father was

He wants to know everything from his son. "He's with someone. The sacrifice. My clone that Chadwick made." Mort said. Lady Milena, his mother is silent but she is all ears. She sips classily the tea from her cup while listening to them. "And why did he do that?" Don Zagreus asked, referring to Narco killing Dreygur and Cataleia and then blaming the murder on his Dad.

I saw you talking to Andreas on video call on my birthday… —I heard him say… our Nikos. Melina took a deep breath. Her face went pale, and her hands trembled as she folded them on the table. —You weren’t supposed to find out like this —she whispered with sadness and worry. —Tell me, Mom… who am I? Who is my real father? Melina lowered her gaze for a few seconds. Then, with a trembling voice, she replied: —Your biological father is Andreas Mikelos. A weapons trafficker.

I still hadn’t caught her name. “Son, you know what I mean. Look at all these scars. Is it too much to ask for you to think of your mother’s safety? If not my own? I have nearly died to often at the hands of the humans. This can only end in tragedy.” Titus argued with Tadeas. “Son? Father? What am I missing here?” I questioned turning around to Tadeas. “Believing something is easier when you see it first-hand. My mother, Elizabeth.” He pointed to the blue dragon as she bowed her head slightly. “My father Titus.” Tadeas’ voice was more reluctant as he raised his arm towards his father.