My Daddy Hide His Powers Novels & Stories

“To where?” “To one of my mates’ homes,” I said. “Or to Jane’s. They have powers. Real power. They can fight back properly if something happens. And Papa… I have powers too.” He raised an eyebrow at that. “I read the book,” he said slowly. “And you, my son, are not just powerful. You are rare.” Dada looked at him like he was about to reveal classified information. Papa continued anyway. “You are a very powerful human. And you are right. Going back to that world may keep balance in ours.”

“What makes you say that.” “All of my friends; they can run, they can play sports but I struggle, my chest starts to hurt. I think my powers are hiding until I am older.” “Why not now?” “I’m the son of an alpha, the most powerful alpha alive….my powers have to remain hidden until I am ready for them.” No absolutely not, don’t even dare to think this child is sweet. His is the devil spawn, he is the child of our enemies….the reason my child is no longer alive.

How do I tell him his father is ten floors up, engaged to a woman who hates us? A warm weight settles on the small of my back. It's Timothy. He gently slides the phone from my paralyzed fingers. "Hey, Champ. It's Uncle Tim. Listen, about that truck—and the other thing. I’ve got a secret for you. Real superheroes don't always come from stores. Sometimes they're already right there, protecting you from the shadows. Your mom is a superhero, Charlie. And superheroes are worth ten regular daddies, right?" My eyes water as I watch Timothy pace the room, spinning a brilliant story about why having a superhero mom is better than regular daddies. I feel oxygen slowly enter my lungs again.

A fresh start until her parents worked things out. But when someone answered the doorbell, Chloe knew it was only a matter of time before her new world burned to the ground. The door swung open, and it wasn’t Rachel standing there to say hello. It was her father, Harvey Fletcher. His brown hair lay tousled to the side, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone. He pushed up his sleeves, revealing a round tattoo on his arm. He stood there, confident in a way that made her spine tighten. “Chloe,” he said, voice warm and dangerously gentle.

My dad filled me in on all the problems that occurred last night and the fact my mother is now wearing the cuff I had used on Hazel to block her powers. I really do hope that it works, and keeps my mom safe, and the people who are around her. Finn and Randy’s powers are now out in the open, but everyone is curious if the witch saw them. If she didn’t there’s a possibility that we could maybe use them to boost whatever spell we find, maybe use them as a secret weapon. I don’t know how Hazel will feel about that though. It’s pretty obvious their powers were supposed to be kept secret. I sit in the chair on the other side of the desk I once called mine and look across it at my dad. He’s just st

Where once again curiosity rose in my belly, urging my brain to go haywire. What is going on? Does my father also have some sort of hidden power that nobody knew about? I wondered as I continued observing him. With each glance I took, something weird floated through the air, urging me to investigate it. So, I did the only thing I could do at that very moment, and listen to my intuition. But, right when I leaned closer, he immediately closed them, and an eeriness filled the air. And a shiver ran down my spine. "My child. I think it's time for him to see the real me. Not a fake, and not someone who has held their own power back in fear." My father spoke, his voice rising a notch with every wor

But when I limped to the door, I overheard my family's conversation. "What? You acted ahead of schedule and already confronted that idiot?" My father's furious voice came through the crack in the door, sharp and piercing, "The drug we gave him yesterday would only make him lose his superpower temporarily. He's already displayed his power for years, so people will only suspect that he's only sharing your power if his power fails again and again, instead of you saying it!"

Besides, if I acted bored, she would probably not want to take me. Zara knelt down to my level, her expression serious. “Look, the media can be a little crazy, and we’re trying to keep you a secret from your daddy's family—especially his grandfather. They can’t know about you yet, okay?” I knew it was important, especially since daddy's two sisters were the only ones who really knew about me. They were super nice and had come to visit me a few times. But everyone else? I wasn’t ready to meet them yet, especially since they might not understand my story.

Silas asked. “Lexius! We have a bad feeling. Silas, we need you to hide our scents. Baby girl, we need you to make us all invisible. I’ll teleport us there, and your mother will hide our presence. We need to get there ASAP!” my father told us. I wasn’t even going to question how he knew about our powers. “What about Thaddeus?” I asked. “Get someone to come and look after him quickly,” my mother instructed. I nodded.

" dad looked alarmed. But something else flickered in his eyes that told me he knew exactly what we were talking about. I explained everything to him one thing at a time, starting from my accidentally reading minds and Teleportation power. My father listened to me silently without saying a word. Then he slowly looked at Ambrose and me. "I was hoping this wouldn't happen so soon, but I guess this was inevitable," dad said. "So you knew about this!" I exclaimed. "Of course, I knew about this. I raised you, didn't I?" dad said. "Why didn't you tell us who Analyn is? Did she inherit those powers from her mother?" Ambrose asked.