Novel & Cerita My Father The Possessive Demigod

I knew he would and I could not help but giggle. “ All of them?” He questioned with me shaking my head. I knew why he would panic. My father’s creatures were a lot. They had asked if they could come see my world since only two had come with my father when he had come in search for me. I agreed but father refused until recently. They were all so excited but I was sure only a couple could come since they had work back at home. Since my father was the God of the underworld and darkness, he protects us all from the demons that had been condemned into hell for their evil and corrupt souls, my siblings help with this.

My grandfather but he says that we are supposed to just call him father. “We know who has captured my sweet daughter.” Selene says. “I wanted to warn you all but, someone,” she says, with a glare towards my father, “wouldn’t let me interfere.” “I was hoping that my brother would come to his senses.” He snaps back. “You’re brother?” Toby asks, confused. “Yes.” “Who is your brother?” I ask. I really should have read up on our history. “Hades.” Toby pales. “The god of the underworld?” He asks.

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

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.

My father then paused as he looked at Jaxson for a moment, and then finally at me, before he says, “Your mother was very special, she had the blood of our Moon Goddess in her.” “What? Impossible.” Jaxson says in disbelief as he steps around to my side, and then adds, “It’s impossible.” “Is it?” My father asks him and the two of them lock eyes as if in a stare off. Getting to my feet I move between the two of them as I take in what my father is saying. I couldn’t help but at that moment blurt out, “I’m a freaking Goddess?” More as a question than a statement. “Half Goddess.” My father says correcting me.

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

Mother begins to weep wiping her eyes with the napkin as father sets his hand upon her back calming her upsetness. "We shall miss you terribly. Know that you are always welcome here." Father states softly. He admires Deimos a lot, he perceives a certain power in him that we cannot. He frequently states it is simmering beneath him and will rise when he sits on his throne where he shall fall and surrender to it. Deimos will be a God. "Thank you, Uranus." The dinner ended splendidly our table peaceful and saturated with laughter. We would unmistakably miss him for he is part of the family but at the end of it all, we know this is neither his home nor his true calling.

Then he said, calmly, "Alpha, you should go be with your other pup. Don't bother me and my mom anymore." Bruce froze, his hand suspended in mid-air. "Leo, I'm your dad. How can you call me Alpha?" Leo looked at him, his eyes red but tearless. "Weren't you the one who didn't want us first?" Bruce's lips trembled. "I never said I didn't want you."

He saw a predator—one he intended to declaw. "I am not playing anything," I said, my hands tightening at my sides. "Good. Because I’m going to be watching these books. And I’ll be watching you." He reached out, not to touch me, but to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His fingers were ice cold. "My father might be blinded by the 'salvation' he thinks he bought you, but I see exactly what you are." "And what is that?" I whispered. "A debt that hasn't been fully collected yet," he said. He stepped back, the tension snapping. "That will be all. Go back to your rooms. Stay where you are supposed to be."

I apologized. "I understand. Anyways I felt the need to tell you the truth so that you shouldn't waste your time waiting for those who won't come back." "Meaning?" "I meant to say that you should find some other ways to bring your kids back before it's too late. My father might eat them since he likes feeding on childrens' flesh."he explained. "Who's your father?" "Mr Lucifer."he said which made my heart skip a beat as I tried to digest it.