Novel & Cerita My Father The Possessive Demigod

Zarah held my arm, trying to calm me down. “No.” I raised a finger to warn her. “Don’t do this to me, Zarah. You’re like my mentor, my godmother, or something. You’re close to my aunt. Do you know what I mean? I need the truth. I can handle it. I’ve fought dangerous beings, and the identity of my father wouldn’t kill me, trust me. What is he? A demon?” “No.” She glanced at Samarah for a brief second and then looked at me. “Your father is a Seraphim.”

He said rushing them down the passageway. “Pppfffttt…” Courtney hissed. “What makes her so wonderful that she’s on the Moon’s Court?” “Child, have you not been listening?!” Her dad huffed at her. “She’s a demigod! Did you not hear me when I told you that her real mother is the Moon Goddess?” Her father scolded her. “What about her little monsters?” Max asked. “They are not demigods, but they have been blessed by the Gods. They are only three and they have already shifted. So have her nephews but they are older.” He said.

"What do you mean?" "let me tell you a little story. I and your mother are gods. We ran away from the Heavens. We met your stupid gullible father, the plan was simple. I would take control of his body until the body weakened and I got a new host. But your silly mother fell in love with the idiot. She tried to suppress me but I was much stronger, she ran away and I fully took over the body. I would have killed you but I thought at least you might have some use, too bad you proved to be useless. But now I am going to use your body to make a new body, after all you are a demigod." Everything made sense to Theodore. Why he could control all the elements, why he was very powerful.

“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.

"Syd, once that thing tapped into blood magic, there was nothing anyone would have been able to do. Not even me." "I know," I said, feeling better. He was totally right. Time to kick the self-pity out and get a grip. "You did what you had to and did it well," Dad said. "Despite all you've been through, you still don't understand what you have to offer will always be good enough." I looked up at him, shocked he hit it so clearly. How did he know? He was a Demon Lord of the Seventh Plane, a powerful and respected leader. What did he know about not being good enough?

Dante beamed with pride as he shook his father's hand and presented me to him. What do you say when given the opportunity to meet Hades, Satan, himself? Especially after finding out that all the "old wives tales" and myths about him were all fabrications of stretched truths from times long, long ago. How was Dante's father this powerful and Dante never mentioned the fact that he too was a demi-god? It seems like that should have come up in conversation at SOME point in our relationship right? I would have to table that conversation for another day and time with Dante.

My soft moans filled the room. Then he continued. "We don't have the same DNA as humans and, ... I stopped him, "Are you saying that I am a demi-god and a vampire too? Why didn't my father tell me any of this?" I asked him. "He hated that your mother loved my father more than him. It was his way of getting even I suppose. But to answer your question, Yes, you're a descendant of a Vampire Demi god too." he smiled. "How could I not know this?"

I don’t sound like I’m scolding her but I am. “Remember the day he thought about taking Tessa as a prisoner and starting a war? Then you took him down to the training grounds and kicked his ass all over the mat?” “Mostly, yeah?” “Well, he had that reaction because of Perses. War is in Bronx’s DNA.” “I’m sorry, Perses? He’s a Titan, right?” “Perses is the Titan God of War or Destruction, depending on how you translate it. He is the Goddess Hecate’s father. Delilah is probably familiar with him.”

I'm sure I'm the only one ever to hear it. "Yeah? I live there? And how is that place? Lavishing?" "Well I'm sure it's not that big, just enough for you and me." He said and smiled so big it was almost reaching his eyes. "Alright give me a minute, it's too much for me." She said and he sat there quietly letting her digest everything. "So what you are saying is.. your dad is Zeus the Greek God of the sky and you are a half blood, with the invisibility powers! and you- you are cursed and now so am I!?"

“From what I understood was that my grandmother was taking a swim in the hot spring during the scorching summer. She was finishing up her bath when she noticed someone peeking at her. And from the shadow came a strikingly good looking man. To her surprise that young man was the God of Death. She felt fear and excitement at the same time as the two dark pitch-black eyes stared at her. He raised his hand to her, and she went to him willingly. That night she became his woman. After a few months she gave birth to my father.” “Oh. One hit wonder, huh?” “Yeah, looks like he was pretty potent that first time.” The corner of her lip twitch upward, “So, your father was being fearless because of that