My Father The Possessive Demi-god 소설 & 이야기

Like whom my father could be? She took a long time before answering, ‘His energy is very strong. I don’t believe he could be one of the minor Gods. But I cannot determine who he is, I’m sorry.’ I shrugged, earning a soft squeeze of Dmitri’s hand on mine. ‘Can you tell what my mystical super powers are?’ A cold shiver ran through the length of my body, covering my skin in goosebumps. ‘Along with the gifts of the Goddess, there is a dark and destructive potential lying dormant.’

“If you don’t mind my asking, who’s your divine ancestor?” “My father was a demigod. The last few of those died out almost twenty years ago now, and his father was none other than Zeus. My mother was a descendant of Athena and Ares, an interesting mixture to be sure. No, I don’t have any special . . . powers, I guess you could call them, but I have noticed some personality traits and interests of mine that line up with what my ancestors represented.” “You said the last few of those? What do you mean?” James asked.

He was going to break me. And I was going to beg for more. I blinked. He didn’t let go of my throat. Just leaned closer, close enough that his breath kissed my lips while his words dragged claws down my chest. “You let him touch you,” he said. “My father. You let that sick old bastard lay hands on what was mine.” I shivered. I should’ve been scared. Maybe ashamed. Maybe sorry. I wasn’t. I was wet. “And now?” His voice dropped even lower. “You think you’re getting any dick? Nah. Not tonight. You don’t deserve it.”

The muscles in his neck are coiled tight with anger. I lean forward and brace my elbows on my knees, holding my glass of bourbon. “I want to show him that we do not fear him, even if he has that witch on his side-” “Oh, he has that witch on his side,” my father scoffs. “Why else would he go up against the vessel of a God if he didn’t know their weakness? Why go up against someone I wouldn’t even dare to cross, if he wasn’t positive he would get away with it?”

"The core, destroy it." The spirit shifted, face stabilizing into something familiar, older, divine, eyes like mine but glowing with otherworldly light. "She knows me," it said, voice softening to a paternal rumble. "I am her true father. A divine being, imprisoned by Varkas long ago. They feared my union with her mother would birth power too great. Free me, and I grant you all strength eternal."

"Because I know everything. Because I've been watching you. Because I have people everywhere." "Then you know we don't have a choice." "You always have a choice." A pause. "Turn around. Come to me instead. I'll give you what the FBI can't." "What's that?" "The truth about your father. The real truth. Not the one Margaret told you. Not the one Viktor told you. The one only I know." "My father is dead." "Your father is Elias Hart." Another pause. "But your mother had other lovers. Other men. Other possibilities."

Mass had just ended, everyone was starting to disperse to their various homes but I sat there watching lustfully at father Kentucky. If truly wishes were horses then truly beggars would ride and I don't mind riding father Ken till my legs starts shaking from the force of his cock cause I know it'd definitely be huge and large and veiny and way more better than the cocks of those stout men I see in the pornography I watch each afternoon. I mean look how fucking tall he is, his Adams apple moving at each deep sound he makes with his mouth making me drip wet in my panties. I'm Melanin the only daughter and child of my parents and as fate may have it my Dad died just a year ago just the very day

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”

“I'm going to enjoy finishing you off.” “I didn't kill your mates; they died in vain to give you their power, and you don't even know how to use it. You have no idea about anything; you just threaten and say meaningless things,” the goddess of transformation said, and the goddess of creation muzzled her mouth. I smiled and went down to help my father. He was not well; he looked bad. A god I didn't know came up to me and took my father's hand. “Your father is going to be okay; he needs to heal,” the god said, and I denied.

Caleb took a deep breath and when he let it out, he lowered himself to sit on the foot of the bed. “After…” He paused, looking up at me with a pain in his eyes that I didn’t understand. “After Hunter, I went a little crazy on your dad. I did something that I had never done before. The energy you can push out, well I can too, except mine is red. Your mother explained that some great grandfather of mine was a Demi-god. Part wolf, part god. Apparently, he broke a sacred law, do not kill other gods. I still don’t know the full story or much of it, but according to your mother, he was a very dark individual.” Caleb continued. As he spoke, I sat down next to him on the bed. What he was saying was