Novel & Cerita My Father The Possessive Demi-god

My powers surge and my gaze flicks to Dante. The Adonai… I look at my brother sharply, a sudden thought occurring and his dark red eyes snap open, meeting mine. A hint of a smirk kisses the corner of his lips and my heart skips a beat. The Adonai? Why else is there a Demi-God among us? “I have never been as fucking pissed as I am right now, Kataleya,” Dad’s voice is cold as he stands, and it takes everything not to step back. “Alejandro-”

AVA’S POV I was standing on a beach, and I was looking at the broad back of a tall man. I walked closer to him, calling him by who he was to me. "Father," I called. He turned around, and I felt power like I'd never felt before. He had white hair and a white beard, though he didn't look old at all. His eyes were gold, and his face looked royal and majestic. The man is strong enough to create and destroy realms and write history. My real father, Essendale.

“Please allow me to dedicate my life to you. If it weren’t for you, I would still be in that painful darkness.” “What?” I gasp as a snarl erupts from my father’s lips. “What are you talking about?” ‘You,” the man responds, lifting his large amber gaze to mine. “You are my goddess. When all was dark, you were the light that brought me back from that place. I am forever indebted to you for what you have done.”

he revealed. I gasped. Despite my burning throat, I shouted, “How could you do that to your mate and the mother of your children? How could you turn into a monster for a stupid ambition?” Father laughed, grabbing a sharp knife from his weapon table and pointing it toward me. “This isn’t just an ambition,” he said, laughing again. “I’m going to be a god, and everyone will bow at my feet! This is about making my dreams come true!” “How did you turn this cruel?” I asked. “Why are you attacking your family?”

"He's hiding due to people like you making him a demon. Plus, you're only my father because of your sperm." "Or maybe God made me your father because He knew this day was coming." Breathing deeply, he shuts his eyes, sighing, "You sound just like your mother before she changed."

Wait for her and pray that when you find her, you do not murder your only chance at salvation. "How could you do this! I'm your son! your flesh and blood!" I shouted struggling to my feet, "You think this will break me! This is nothing! I'm a demi god, I do not need love, not from a mother and certainly not from a mate!" "My beautiful boy." She whispered as she began to fade, "Power and fear is all you wanted, now it is all you will ever have."

He immediately reached out his arms to embrace him: "My son..." Astro calmly slapped his hand away, his voice dropping to a freeze: "But I have never missed my father." "Because my father died the day he stood at his grand wedding and watched his people trample on my mother's dignity." "Lord Sea God, as the future master of Olympus, I will give you one final warning. Take your filthy, pathetic delusions and get out of my mother's sight. Stop tainting her divine robes." "Take your ocean dwellers and crawl back to your deep-sea trenches. Go play house with your noble Queen and your precious heir."

We both sat on the couch and I said, "Okay, now spill." "Spill what?" "You know what I'm talking about." He laughed and said, "Looks like I underestimated you. Kaun blew it, didn't he?" I crossed my arms and waited for him to speak. He huffed and slumped in the sofa. "There's a lot to say and there's a lot that you wouldn't like to hear, so before you kick me out, listen to the whole thing." I nodded my head. "My father is the leader of Devil's wrath. Don't look at me, I hate that gang. So, my father was the one of the worst humans. I despised him and his mafia. I'm disgusted to know that I have his blood in me.

It's been two days since my father dragged me back to his hellhole thinking that he got one over Artemis. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that he is my father with the stupid shit that comes out of his mouth. "What's your name sugar?" I ask thickly, swallowing the vomit that burns my throat. "Dameon with an E." He says proudly, looking to his left at his friends.

My father glanced at my mother and then back at me. “How much do you know about the Order, son?” he asked, and I shrugged. “Probably more than you,” I said, and he huffed. “I doubt that, boy,” he said. “Harper is one of the Divine Warriors,” I said and both of their mouths dropped open in shock. “What?” my dad asked after he got his senses back. “No, that’s not possible,” my mum said, shaking her head. She looked at my father and I could tell there was a hint of fear in her.