Reading Naruto Son Of Hera Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I remember when you were just ten, you know, you came home, crying with a bleeding face. You told me you were bullied, but you weren’t the victim. Oh, your father was mad. Really mad. I had to bribe him just to calm down.” Hera wasn’t listening to her, though. She was busy staring at the way her lips moved, the way her face lightened at every smile she managed, trying to memorize the lines of her cheeks. She wondered whether she would be able to recognize her once she’s back in her real body, once she’s awakened from this dream. “You’ve been really naughty growing up, too. The way you manage to come home with a lot of scratches and wound without even crying is just way beyond me. At first w

"Might as well." "He was the first of the Netharians, so it can't be purer than that," Hera stood and walked to another door. She opened it and I stared. "This is Naru." "We know each other," he replied. It felt as if my spine shot up out of me from the chill he had given me. "You could say that." "I don't think they like each other," Ver murmured, his ears down. Erys actually growled. Sal moved closer to me and Kira got tense.

She asked again. My gaze pierced ayuy and was still waiting for her to continue, but she tore her gaze away from me and looked behind her, avoiding my questioning eyes. "She's inside." Ayu replied and took the clothes that Nami's holding and gave it to me but I didn't take it and held her hand instead. "Hera is what?" I asked again. "She's the missing daughter of the Deity. Hera is the divine one." Ivana said. "What?" I asked again, as if I didn't hear it right.

"You didn't mean to hurt or kill her." "So you know? How?" "I followed you when you went to confront her, but it was a mistake, father. Don't fell sad." "I murdered my own daughter Rumi how can I not feel sad?" Closing the gap between them, she placed her little hands underneath his jaw and lifted his head so that they could make eye contact. Her eyes glow purple fast and then it went back black. Then she hugged him. "You have me Father, from now henceforth, in your eyes I am Juno."

I growled, not liking my mate’s door locked. “Uriel!” I banged on the door again, this time, Cerberus linking my father. His eyes glazed over letting father, watch the scene unfold. Father loved to take control over Cerberus and watching through his eyes. “Uriel, be a sweetheart and open the door.” My loving voice is now wavering. Hearing my love screaming it was her mother, my patience left me. I blasted the door with both my hands. The once pristine white doors were now charred black with flames. It was none other than Hera, and my eyes lit up the room into a deep red.

With a wobbly chin, I watched the mother and son arguing about my status. His mother charged in my direction and glowered. “You are a fucking whore. Just leave my son and whore elsewhere. Get out of here and don’t come back. If you are dreaming of becoming the Luna of the White Fur pack, then you are delusional. Every girl in this pack and other packs dreams to be the Luna of the strongest pack in America. You are in the queue!” “Mother!” Dane rushed to her as he glanced at me. “This is getting out of control. Don’t cross your boundary!” he roared.

His son. His breath caught in his throat as he read the rest of the report. It confirmed what he had suspected, what his instincts had been screaming at him since that first moment he laid eyes on Hibiki. The boy’s blood type matched his own. The child was a direct biological offspring of Jiro Fujibayashi. Hibiki was his son. And Haru, the omega he had loved and lost, had kept this from him.

"You can't walk alone anymore." I looked up, one eyebrow raised. "I'm not a child." Aurora leaned closer, her hand on my shoulder. "No, you're not. But you're stubborn like Max." I smiled faintly, though without feeling. "He's my son." "Well," Kyara looked at me for a moment more, then gave a snort, "Then soften your head. I don't want us to get the next message... with your name on the tombstone."

The soil recovered incrementally. All of it real. All of it his to work with, regardless of whether the novel had predicted it. He stood and walked to the field where soil had turned from grey to brown. It was darker now, more brown than grey, spreading beyond the initial recovery zone as the grid's redistribution continued. A month ago he had been reading a w******l in Seoul, falling asleep with a story about a villain's forgotten son who died in Chapter 3. Now he was that son, reincarnated, operating in a world that resembled the novel but was not identical to it, building something that the novel had never described because the novel had never imagined he would survive long enough to buil

Sienna grabbed a nearby beaker and threw it onto the floor, screaming, "I told you to keep an eye on the cryogenic pod for the last ten years, and you promised you'd do a good job of it! Yet now you're telling me that the system malfunctioned—that my son is dead, and my husband has suffered some kind of brain damage." She suddenly stopped speaking and turned to look at me. Tears streamed down her face. Step by step, she came over and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Cam. This is all my fault. I never should have frozen you and Noah." Her voice was shaking. I gave her a hard shove and slapped her. "I don't want you! I want Daddy. Give Daddy back to me!" I shouted as I ran toward the body on the gurney.