Ra's Al Ghul Son Novels & Stories

That morning, I was sitting at the secondary head of the table, reviewing Foundation reports, when Kael walked in with a raven perched on his shoulder. At twenty-five, my eldest son was a dangerous version of Arsel with pieces of me mixed into the least convenient places. He had his father’s dark hair, green eyes surrounded by a golden ring, and a smile capable of convincing half the council to approve something before anyone discovered he had omitted three important details. The raven dropped a key onto my report. “That isn’t mine,” I said. “I know.” “Then return it.” Kael stole a strawberry from Maia’s plate.

he added. "We imprisoned Galore, and Ruthless children are on the run." Flower chips in. "What about my daughter, where is she? Did he kill her?" He asked, even though he was angry, he wants to know the whereabouts of his daughter. Staring at his mother before returning his gaze at him. "Ruthless killed her after he murdered Elfey, that's why we are planning on releasing Lucifer, your brother who is also my father, he will help us." Haule was livid with anger as two long horns came out from his forehead, his face changing as fur came out of them.

The son of the late Beta Thyron, who Cal also killed since Thyron is the right-hand of Alpha Ariel, was always a more gentleman than Ansel is. Ansel doesn’t know why all the men in this tent regard him with such respect when he himself doesn’t have an ounce for himself. He shifted on his heel. It was only a moment when he wiped his glazed eyes with the back of his hand and returned to his awaiting Betas, as if the sadness, the emotions with Ansel was just a lint to be flicked from his sleeves. “We’ll teach her too,” Raoul inhaled, his eyes drifting to Ansel’s slightly shaking hand as if he could still see the tears on the back of the Alpha’s palms.

the leader continued, calm once more, "we won’t just kill Rhydian. We’ll destroy everything he’s ever built." There was a pause. Then the third man grinned. “And what of the boy? Valen? I heard he is the son of Beta Draegon." "Ah," The leader smirked, "I actually forgot he has a son. Rhydian is so stupid. I will visit him for now so I can see Draegon's son. If Rhydian is using him as his right-hand man, it would only mean two things. Number one is to look for a personal toy to satisfy his dick. The second one is because the boy possesses something tangible." The leader chuckled dryly.

Because unlike my own dad, Alexander Graye, the man who sees every flaw I carry like it’s a checklist he needs to recite every damn day, Gareth Pa helped me unsee them, as if they weren’t even there to begin with. He’s that one person I never knew I needed until ten years ago, when my father married him. And somehow, from then, he just... fit. My cries, my fears, the weight in my chest, he knows them like a second soul tied to mine. But when that bastard Alaric Raveni killed his own son and let Eli rot in pain... What did Alexander do? With all that wealth and power at his fingertips, what did he do to save the boy his husband calls a son?

“Like father, like son. Both couldn’t be controlled.” “So Umbra went for his next Shadow Alpha.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Bronze.” Just like Ezra said, Umbra is using Bronze to do his work. Elara suddenly asks, "Venus, do you know who the very first Shadow Alpha was?" I answer without hesitation. "My father." Ezra inherited the darkness from him. Didn't he? Sara immediately shakes her head. "No. Wrong." "The first Shadow Alpha was King Rafael. Rowan’s father." Amara says with a sinister smile.

"Who is my mate?" "Don't you know, maybe you think I am stupid, Todd Rupert alpha of Wild Gold shadow Pack, and that little boy is your son that was kidnapped from alpha Brandon's Pack, he sold your son to that witch that herself Hilary and lie to you that that you have a stillbirth. Anyway, forget about them, you are with me now, and don't forget that their continuous existence depends on your cooperation." "Stay the fuck away from them," Thalia growled as she fell off the chair, struggling with the shackles.

“It doesn’t matter whose son he is.” “Oh, it matters.” Logan said, sounding dad-like. “We all saw his wolf. For a werewolf to have a wolf that big, he must be of Alpha blood. Even my wolf isn’t that big.” He shifted his attention to Mavros, who was still cool about everything. “Tell us. Whose son are you?” “If you must know, I am the descendant of Alpha Wayne. His youngest son.” Pardon? Alpha Wayne was one of the most powerful alphas ever known. He and my father used to be good friends before he died. Alpha Wayne’s pack was attacked by rogues and they killed him alongside his mate and three sons.

The way he carried himself within the formation, not behind Arkael, but beside him, occupying a position that spoke less of rank and more of blood. Apollo found his gaze shifting back toward Arkael, then returning once more to the younger male. Again. And again. The similarities became increasingly difficult to dismiss. He had known for centuries that Arkael possessed another son. Rumours had surfaced from time to time. Fragments of intelligence. Half-whispered reports that had never contained enough substance to matter. Arkael had kept that son hidden from the wider world, shielding him from attention with the same obsessive secrecy he applied to everything he considered valuable.

“What did she do?” “She was supposed to monitor you and report back to me. Instead, she failed to inform me about your reckless attempt to monetize your mark—an idiotic move that risked exposing your identity. Worse, she let you cross paths with a member of the enemy pack.” “Who?” “Jacob Cain,” Gillow said, his voice sharp. “Son of Noah Cain—Alpha of the North.” Arda’s jaw dropped. “Jacob? My roommate? He’s a werewolf?” A smug grin curved Gillow’s lips. “Like I said, you have much to learn, Arda. Be patient. You’re safe with us... with me.”