My Father The Possessive Demi-god Novels & Stories

As much as I wanted to be by her side tonight I knew I wouldn't be allowed. I made my way through the woods and grabbed a car once in town to my coven. I was born to two witches but gifted a wolf from the moon goddess. My mother was only days from giving birth when she was attacked by Rogues. My father swore vengeance on the goddess herself for allowing such a beast to run free. My father was known as a powerful witch, one with powers beyond many in our time. That is why it is said the goddess heeded to his call. She didn't want a war with her children and the witches, especially one so powerful.

My father, who ruled over every demon prince and commanded power that could reshape reality itself. I shook my head, packing away my medical supplies with jerky, nervous movements. "If that was Asmodeus, you would not survive it," I said quietly. "My father wouldn't possess an Omega either. What vessel would even survive it. Elena was strong, spiritually gifted, but no mortal soul can contain that kind of power." "I thought that too. But who knows?"

“If you’re real… if you’ve been watching me all this time then shoq ourself. You can’t give me something only to take it away. You can’t give me her and then make it impossible to hold her.” I don’t know if I actually expected an answer. I felt ridiculous whispering to an unseen goddess like a desperate fool. But I did it anyway. I lay down and tried to summon her in my dream. My father used to say that alphas had closer ties to the Moon Goddess and that she would come to them when their spirit was restless. Maybe mine was loud enough to reach her maybe not. That night I dreamed though. It wasn’t the goddess who came though it was my father. He stood in the middle of the old pack grounds wea

He was holding a heavy silver crown. ​"Take it, Alaric," my father said. "Take the weight of the world. It will make you strong. It will make you a god." ​"I don't want to be a god," I said in the dream. "I want to go outside. I want to see the trees." ​"There are no trees for us," my father laughed. "There is only the Tower and the Beast. You are a Thorne. You were born to rule the dirt, not live in it."

He sat up to study the beautiful man's face deeply. “ You have been drinking human’s blood? ” He asked cringing in fear. Hayden saw his face twitched in fear and he let out a breath. “ I’m a demigod, I could read thoughts without drinking anyone’s blood ” “ Oh! Your dad is a god? ” “ The Beast lord actually ” Hayden replied gently. “ Get your father something to eat Isabella. He won’t be leaving for now, at night maybe ” Isabella smile and quickly walk out of the room. She could hear Hayden and her father speaking gently.

Regrettably, Ophelia's son has yet to be found, and if discovered, he would be killed. "Why would they want to kill him?" I'd asked, confusion filling my voice. "He is the reincarnation of Mavros, the god of destruction." was father's response. The title 'god of destruction' seemed fitting for the man with dark hair, but I doubted he was the actual deity. However, the blue-eyed man did mention something about consequences, and now my father spoke of related matters. "Father, does the god of destruction appear on the day of the blood moon?" I'd inquired.

“From what I understood was that my grandmother was taking a swim in the hot spring during the scorching summer. She was finishing up her bath when she noticed someone peeking at her. And from the shadow came a strikingly good looking man. To her surprise that young man was the God of Death. She felt fear and excitement at the same time as the two dark pitch-black eyes stared at her. He raised his hand to her, and she went to him willingly. That night she became his woman. After a few months she gave birth to my father.” “Oh. One hit wonder, huh?” “Yeah, looks like he was pretty potent that first time.” The corner of her lip twitch upward, “So, your father was being fearless because of that

Dante beamed with pride as he shook his father's hand and presented me to him. What do you say when given the opportunity to meet Hades, Satan, himself? Especially after finding out that all the "old wives tales" and myths about him were all fabrications of stretched truths from times long, long ago. How was Dante's father this powerful and Dante never mentioned the fact that he too was a demi-god? It seems like that should have come up in conversation at SOME point in our relationship right? I would have to table that conversation for another day and time with Dante.

She said with assuring smiles. Yeah right, my father is Demian, my demon Lord, is my father, I still can't believe it and I don't know what I'm going to do with that information. Should I call him Dad? Or just despise him for trying to hurt Hera? Or is he even still alive after having a fight with my girlfriend? I don't know, I don't have any idea and I don't care.

He is a Sun God and draws his ancient powers from the Druids of Ire. Last I spoke to him, he was banishing me to a barren life for loving a human man. His harsh words, to this day burn my memory like acid… “you were not gifted with the powers of a goddess to condescend to the depravity of humankind”. My father is an unfeeling and emotionless god. How my mother still aligns with him, I do not know.