My Father The Possessive Demigod Novels & Stories

It instantly clicked in my head that it was my father-in-law who had nearly hit me with his car while I was running away from Thayer. I sat up straight immediately. “Father,” I greeted. “How are you doing now? I’m sorry I almost hit you last night,” he explained, his voice laced with concern. “I’m fine. It’s not your fault,” I sniffed, but I knew I was not fine, and he must have sensed I was lying because he scoffed at my response. “You know you don’t have to lie to me like that, Maeve…” “I’m truly fine, Father…” “Xander,” he cut in sharply. “Call me Xander,” he corrected, and I inhaled sharply.

My father bats the bottle while scowling at Demitri. Demitri just shrugs it off and goes to stand by his mate, my father manages to drag himself to his feet. “Who the fuck do you think you are to do this?” My father says as he advances towards me, and I see red as my fucking mate is being attacked by goddess knows who so that I can save this piece of shit.

he asked quietly, as if he was almost afraid of the answer. Veritas smiled lovingly at him. There was no doubt in my mind that she truly did love him. “It makes you my son,” she teased him with a wink. “Officially, it makes you a Demigod. I have concealed that part of you from others being able to detect it because that knowledge would put you and anyone you have ever cared about in danger. Demigods are powerful beings, so their power is sought-after. I suppose that I left one thing out about your command. It will work on any creature and the youngest of us Gods.”

“Most precious Melanie, I wish I knew how to start a letter, I almost didn’t, and that is ironic considering I write for a living. Anyway, I am sorry to have done this to you, unfortunately, being in your presence makes me forget all of the terrible things my father did to me, I want to forgive him and move on when I am with you, forget being a priest and be fully and utterly yours, but how can I? He deserves to roll in his grave forever when he sees me using his hard earned wealth, I cannot have him laughing at me forever.

He said he was her protector and needed safe passage to earth. ‘Olympiad—’ Stella gasped. ‘No! Of course not! He was my father and the only thing impressive about him was his incredible power of getting himself into shit loads of trouble. Stella, where did you find him? He has no idea what he’s saying.’ My hands trembled. My legs slowly turned to mosh. Dad wasn’t special. He wasn’t a god. He wasn’t even a role model.

He immediately reached out his arms to embrace him: "My son..." Astro calmly slapped his hand away, his voice dropping to a freeze: "But I have never missed my father." "Because my father died the day he stood at his grand wedding and watched his people trample on my mother's dignity." "Lord Sea God, as the future master of Olympus, I will give you one final warning. Take your filthy, pathetic delusions and get out of my mother's sight. Stop tainting her divine robes." "Take your ocean dwellers and crawl back to your deep-sea trenches. Go play house with your noble Queen and your precious heir."

His mind shifted, considering his options before Camilla's name surfaced briefly in his thoughts. He scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "I will handle it myself first." His phone rang again almost immediately, the caller ID making his expression darken further as he answered. "Good morning, Dad." There was no warmth on the other end. "How is the plan going." Tyler straightened slightly, his tone cautious. "I am working on it." A scoff came through the line. "Do not fail me," his father said coldly. "I need you to get close to her. "

Then he turned to the judge with cold, steady eyes. “No,” he said clearly. “I do not wish to hold onto the adoption. I renounce it. Kael is no longer my son.” Kael exploded. “You can’t do that! You raised me! You’re my father! Blood is thicker than water, you bastard!” Security had to hold him back. He was screaming, face red with rage, tears of fury in his eyes. “After everything I went through because of you! You throw me away for a nineteen-year-old slut?! I’ll kill you both!”

“Fight me or piss off.” “What if I want to join you.” “In what?” “In freeing these people. I’m like you. Both canine and magic.” “If you were truly wolf, you’d know we find it offensive to be referred to as dogs.” “I didn’t say dogs. But what you and I claim to be have different origins.” “Out with it!” “Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.”

She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also makes Hecate your Auntie.”