Naruto Son Of Sparda Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You are so beautiful that you reminded me of my daughter. - Did something happen to your daughter? I'm sorry. - Oh, don't be sorry. I ended up having a handsome son. He is my pride. Saphira's face shows how confused she is. - If my son knows I told you this, he will kill me. – he says, laughing. - I don't understand, sir. What are you saying? - My daughter Mary is the same person as my son John. He was transgender. Now he is happy.

It was the soft cry of Niran, my son. I bent down, my heart filled with the joy and fatigue of new love. I picked him up. His dark, almost black eyes opened and looked at me. “Shh, my little Niran,” I whispered, rocking him. At that moment, when my eyes met my son's, Niran's crying intensified. It was not a cry of hunger or pain. It was an uncontrollable burst of spiritual power. The air froze. The bond with my mates tightened with a cold and absolute warning.

“Just drop it, Dad. I know you. I bet you’re dying inside, but you want to put on a brave face anyway. Tell you what. If you apologize now and get on all fours to give me a ride, I’ll consider letting you be my father still. “But you’re not getting Mom. She’s with Simon. They are meant to be together.” To be honest, I wasn’t keen on having a delusional and silly boy for a son. However, years of caring for him filled my chest with slight heaviness. Silvia met my gaze with indifference, her expression reflecting arrogance and pity.

Someone clapped his hands. “My son, he finally grows some balls.” I fisted my hands, inhaling tightly. “Fine, Damian . She is your whore. But remember, I gave her to you. I can as easily take her back. Take care of before there are any more supporters. One week, or Tony will do it. I’m finished with him.” What? What did he mean, take care of Luke? But then I heard footsteps, heavy and moving fast, and I charged toward the stairs. I bolted up then and ducked down behind the banister. Francis Spears

I said. "Can I ever drink the cup you drink?" Tomo asked. "You will Tomo," I said. "Alex you would be the new governor of Haktun. Kurt, guard my son for me. Tomo Thorfin is still your responsibility also," I said. "These is getting creepy," Kurt said. I then bent on my knees and raised Sangeeta's head up. It revealed her Sharingan! I then hugged her and kissed her on her forehead and it came down.

His jawline. "If you are seeing this, the Syndicate has fallen," the image of his mother said. Her hands were shaking. "You were never an accident, my son. You aren't just a cure. You are the Master Controller. Your blood is the bridge between the biology of the shifters and the nanotech of the humans." Aradaa stepped toward the image, his hand reaching out, passing through her blue, flickering face.

“But you nearly led them into a wraith-touched surge because a path you knew no longer existed.” A muscle moved in Spiro’s jaw. “And you think you can do better?” Spiro asked. “I think I can keep them alive long enough for your politics to become useful again,” my father replied. Astrid made a soft sound that might have been approval. Keiran looked away like he did not want Spiro to see the corner of his mouth twitch. Even Nyra’s shoulders eased by a fraction. Spiro did not look amused. But he did not argue further. That meant my father had won enough.

Last I checked, the Moon Goddess doesn't sanction incestuous relationships. Was Odessa lying? Was this some sort of plot? "I have a question," I said softly, my voice cutting through Raymond's yelling. I hadn't even been hearing whatever Odessa had been telling him. They all turned to stare at me. I looked at King Jon. "You say you're my father... But Dante is your son? How is Kira mated to him? That shouldn't be possible." Jon gave a small smile. "Dante is my son, yes. But by choice, not blood."

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

Ragnor growled, his voice trembling as tears rolled down his cheeks, yet his eyes remained red with anger. George looked into his son's eyes and saw both pain and anger. He felt Ragnor's nails piercing his throat. He knew he could not reason with Ragnor, he shut his eyes as he waited for his son to rip him apart. "No, son," Nyota cried out. "You want to waste time killing your father? Go get Clara. She is not dead but she has little time. You can save her. Go now," she said.