My Mother And Father Naruto Novels & Stories

Automatically, Draco would have to take over my father's pack since he owns me. My mother read the understanding on my face and broke into fresh tears. I cried for a while and Aunty Nadia mind-linked me to stop. "If you continue, your mother will too and things won't go well with her health." She said and I stopped immediately. I had lost a parent and can't afford to suffer the loss of another. "It's okay, mum. Stop crying please. Everything is gonna be alright." I consoled and my mum sighed. I faced Draco, standing in front of him with respect.

my father admitted. I smiled but felt a wave of fear at the prospect of sharing my thoughts. I knew how hard it had been for them when they realized I had no powers. My mother was a brilliant healer, and my father could manipulate the earth. He was a skilled fighter, while my mother had the kindest of hearts. I knew I hadn’t measured up. They had never stopped loving me or blamed me, but I often wondered if they wished I had powers. “I think I might know what happened to me,” I explained.

"I guess I'll never get to ask them." "I grew up without my parents," I tell her what I can of my family without giving too much away. "My mother is a fire dragon with a touch of star, and my father is a sun dragon," I laugh, pointing up at my hair which is so much like hers, only in more of a muted umbre of sunset colors. "My father had been taken away before I was even hatched, trapped in one of those horrible facilities." "Oh Ori, how terrible," she reaches up to touch my cheek. "I'm so sorry. That must have been so hard, growing up without him, and your mother?"

I find my parents sitting at the kitchen table, engrossed in conversation, their faces lighting up as they notice my arrival. My mother, her eyes sparkling with love and concern, rises from her seat and envelops me in a tight hug. Her touch is soothing, momentarily dispelling the doubts that have plagued me. My father, a strong and Stoic figure, watches us with a mix of pride and apprehension. His eyes, once filled with certainty, now hold a flicker of uncertainty as he contemplates my newfound powers.

Getting down to the floor, I immediately picked up the broken shards while my mind replayed what Mom had just said. My distraction gave me a cut in my hand. Mom grabbed some paper to patch me up. “W-Who’s the father?” I stared at Mom, my voice trembling. Mom’s grip on me stiffened. She said embarrassedly, “Bryan.” Emotions overwhelmed me. I pushed Mom away. Here I thought they were fooling around. The last thing I expected was a pregnancy. That explained Mom’s reaction when she saw me and Bryan in the room. She had fallen in love with Bryan as well.

POV: Kenny “They keep kneeling, I don’t know how to tell them I’m not tall enough to hold all of this.” Mama’s hand tightens on my shoulder before I even realize I’ve spoken out loud. “You don’t have to hold it,” she says softly. “Just don’t let it sit on your chest.” Papa stands on my other side. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence feels like a solid, unmoving wall. The crowd stretches farther than I can see, people from the villages, people from the fractured territories, wolves, humans, things that don’t fit neatly into either word.

The image of her that I had created in my mind over the years still stayed with me, warm and gentle. I smiled bitterly. Back when I was younger and saw other mothers waiting for their children after training or lessons, I used to feel so jealous. I still felt jealous, to be honest. I was even jealous of Charlotte sometimes. No matter how irresponsible her actions were, she still had a mother who cared for her. If things got hard, she could always run to her. But who did I have? A mother I never met and a father who only cared about his own well-being. “I am sure she is watching over you, wherever she is,” my wolf’s voice rang gently through my thoughts.

That's ridiculous! "As his father, you're incredibly vile for framing a devoted, loving son with such a malicious accusation in a courtroom. Are you even his biological father?" At those words, everyone glared at me hatefully, as if they wanted nothing more than to flay me alive. "Are you done?" My voice stayed calm as I turned to look at Caleb and added, "Now, tell me. Was the person who caused your mother to end up in the ICU a gang of thugs, or your girlfriend?"

The Silver Scroll Elders. My mother. My father. They stood in the light, together, radiant with power and peace. “Hi, baby,” my mother whispered, reaching for me. I sobbed. She pulled me into her arms and kissed my hair. My father placed his hand over my heart. “We don’t have long.” “You’ve grown so strong,” my mother said. “And now you carry everything we left behind.” “I’m scared,” I admitted. “You’re allowed to be,” my father said. “But know this: nothing in this world can break you. Not when you remember who you are.”

Charlotte snorted at the mention of the word 'father' . "Father? he's only your father Arya..he never loved me!..your mum and dad chose to abandon me at the country we left for a vacation after a riot! every other parents were trying to protect their kids on that day..but mine left me, I had to spend two years at the orphanage and the day I was able to meet them again.. they already moved on.. "