My Father The Possessive Demigod Novels & Stories

“But you are nothing like her. Do you expect me to find a trace of your father in your crude demeanor and guess his name from that?” Frigg froze for a moment, then raised her voice in anger. “My father is Fjörgyn! He’s been missing for years and staying here in Jotunheim—” Before she could finish, the male fire giant suddenly spoke: “Cut down this god.” *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-(--header-height)" dir="auto" data-turn-id="ccfda9f7-bc34-42bf-9b9c-e98fa9309d38" data-testid="conversation-turn-113" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="user">

I cried into my palms as I struggled to hold myself together, from falling apart. He was my mate, I found my mate. I wanted to scream, to roar, to cry, but I held it back. Fate was cruel, not him, not the man who murdered my father, not the man I spent hating for everything that happened to me, for raising a monster that had no regard for life, not a man who was known to be the god of war, who destroyed everything in his path. And I realized, tomorrow, the truth will be known. I couldn't be sure he saw my face because the light was behind me, which had reflected to his face instead of mine, but I could be very sure he must have felt it, felt the bond click, felt it connect.

A Greek god. That was the first thing that Freya could think of when she saw her mother crying in the arms of the man who she knew was her father, when she saw her sister, Lucille, a mere feet away from them, waiting to be included. Her father was a Greek god. She ignored Aiden’s gruff of jealousy in her mind, and admired the man that was her father.

My father sputtered out as blood started coming out of his mouth. That’s when I transformed back into my human self and I knelt down beside him. “So, you are taking orders from a higher rank.” I gloated. My father’s eyes went wide when he say that it was me that had just taken him down. “How? The strength. The size. What the hell?” He asked, confused. “The moon Goddess obviously loves me more than you. She traded the large wolf for better powers.” I explained, smirking. “Well, I’m already dead. So, he won’t be able to hurt me.” Dad says.

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.”

I was tired of saying the same thing over and over again. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and let out a sigh. “I’m calling your father, Jayden. Whatever’s going on with you… I can’t be a part of it. Not anymore.” That seemed to blow his rage sky high but his feet remained planted to the ground. “I’m not a fucking child!” His voice cracked at the end. “I don’t need you calling him. I can do whatever the hell I want.” Marcus raised a brow with a cool tone. “Does that include harassing people?”

The more you have of it, the more you have of everything else. Anthony Crosswalk, my father, is richer than God. Crosswalk Industries is a Fortune 500 company and it's his 'baby'. I freeze as I step through the threshold. "Meet your future wife son. Charlotte Daymond." I shouldn't have come back here so soon. My father ignores my death glare and simply looks at his gold Rolex watch. I gave it to him for his 42nd birthday, which was a few months ago. "Quick introductions would be pleasant Sebastian. Some people have places to be."

Every memory he had was being overwritten, scenes of torture and agony being stamped onto the mental photographs. Xavier let him go, dropping him to the floor with a circle of sixes burned into his forehead, smoking but soon vanishing. He stood unscathed, laughing. "You humans entertain me to no end with your arrogance. You think that by shouting some words, you can wield the power of God? That you can rain His judgment down upon me? That you, mortal men, have the ability to defeat a demigod like me? Nothing you ever do will be able to stop me. I'm the son of the Devil and a living human, do you know what means? My demon half protects me from all things physical, while my human half protects

"What really happened between you and your father? Pictures like these shows you were close before...so what changed?" I dropped my fork and leaned back, folding my arms and turning my head to look at her. " Things changed." "Things like what?" "His unquenchable taste for power." "What does that even mean?" "Just like your...um.." I cleared my throat. "..your real father is obsessed with killing souls, mine is obsessed with power. You know, the ability to be God." She frowned. "First of all, Vlad is not my father; not that I even know what he looks like, and second, your father really is some weird dude. How can he be so obsessed with being God?"

He could smell her excitement. “Eden Tapachula was the first demon to unite the realms. To hold them under one power and keep the peace. He had power over water and all elements requiring it to survive. Argus Ardehi, my grandfather was a War Demon who had great interest in architecture and the science of mechanisms. Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius, my father descended from the tribe of fire and wind. He was knighted Sur Ehecatl Adelmund Remigius when he shielded my mother from an attack. As the most powerful demon in terms of magic, my mother considered him the most suitable mate, making him the previous Vasileois.”