My Father The Possessive Demigod Novels & Stories

Perhaps Moha, or should I say my brother, noticed my awkwardness and started introducing himself. "Nice to finally meet you all. My name is Moha, and I am the son of Alasdair and Queen Aria." After mentioning his parents, everyone's eyes widened. "I'm not a God, nor a demigod, but I am my grandfather's legacy. I inherited his ability to use the power of thunder."

"Still, you must have felt terrible. I get why you hid it before now. So, I want you to be honest with me. I'm ready to listen to you" Letting out a slow exhale, I finally said it. "My father is the god of chaos and my mother was a human...." I said and her eyes went wide. She seemed to be awed. "You're a demigod?" She breathed and I nodded in agreement. "That's pretty cool. But...chaos?" She said, raising a brow. I grimaced sheepishly. "Sometimes, when I feel very intense emotions, it's most likely that chaos might occur around me" I said and she chuckled.

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.

I had watched her from afar all through my high school years but always deprived myself of her because I thought she was human but now knowing she wasn’t human she was no longer a forbidden fruit. “Just tell me what she is.” I now say to my father begging him to just say it. “Lexie’s mother was the daughter of a demigod. She is of royal blood and her father was an immortal just like yourself.” My father says and the glass in my hand slips and crashes onto my floor shattering and spilling the golden liquid within it.

“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.

Another woman cannot die because of this beast; I won’t allow it. My father says this union will do the Vega pack good since we can extend our reach, but I know he’s only interested in the power it will bring. The decrepit mansion he was in is just for show; my father is greedy and wants to make money at all costs. “Fenrisúlfr,” Andreas calls me by the birthname I hate. My father named me after a monstrous wolf-god of Norse mythology aided in my self-hate. This beast only knows how to kill, maim and murder young women, and the self-deprecation grows each day.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

Was that the weird form I saw her in, a fox with a bunch of tails? “Where is her mother? What have you don’t with a goddess?” Dad was beyond angry. We were not gods but supernatural beings. We respected the gods, and the last thing we would ever do was mess with one. Here stands a half-wolf half-goddess, and they were trying to drag her away. This can’t be good. “Dead.” Han Sung-ho snarled out. “She will kill your son if you take her with you. She’s dangerous, just like her mother.”

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

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?"