Rwby Weiss Father Novels & Stories

Lyra smiled and said, “Gladys, didn’t you already know about this? You just refused to believe it. “Now, I can definitely tell you that Kirin is not Draco’s son. His biological father is Draken Willow, the current patriarch of the Willow family!” Blurgh! A big mouthful of blood gushed out of Gladys’ mouth. In an instant, she seemed to have aged many years. Gladys could accept that Lyra had her own reasons to betray the Summers family for her own gains, but the fact that Kirin was not a descendant of the Summers family was completely unacceptable to her. “Hahaha, hahahaha.” Laughing happily, Kirin was so excited he jumped up from his wheelchair.

asked Edmund. "Yes, I managed to find you and help you. You almost ran out of blood a lot. Luckily, the healing water that I brought can help you. We have to get back together where Draco and Berk fought," Astrid said. "Who is he?" asked Edmund with a wary look. He rose to his feet and gave off an oppressive aura. “He's Bowen, Berk's father. I think he can help us awaken Berk from black magic,” Astrid said. "How do you know?"

I don’t want to risk it until we know if there is a link between Wayne and Jacub. “So you win her back.” I laugh at her words. “How do I win her back when she hates me?” “You’re smart; you can make her yours again, Stefan.” The door opens, and I look up to see my father enter. I stand instantly. “Wayne has brothers. I can’t get the names yet; it will take time. While I was digging around trying to find links between Jacub and Wayne, I found something else.” Walking in, he sits and looks between us. This isn’t going to be good, is it?

Though I highly doubted it. My memories were still foggy and I wasn't able to remember anything. Even after I learned that the mystery man I met in the club and brought back to my place was Jasper, my ex-fiancé's father, my memories of the night didn't come back. I wanted to know everything. “Nothing,” he turned on his back, staring at the ceiling just like me. “I just thought you wanted me, but I guess it was a drunken mistake. I would have known.”

"A ruthless character that it’s difficult to see in a century." Lucas said, "His father, Ryan Wordsworth, was such an imposing big shot back in the day, but as a result, he was driven off the power at gunpoint, and now he can only stay in the Wordsworth’s manor and wait for death, if he can deal with his own father this way, let alone his doing with the others?" Heloise's biting of a macaroon paused. Hearing this, she knew Lucas dared not to mess with Reginald either, so she couldn't leave Reginald with the help of the ThankGod's power.

"Who are we looking for then?" I hesitated. Trinity immediately asked, "Don't you trust me?" "It's not that. It's just that I don't know if I should tell you this," I said, truthfully. "What are you saying? We're friends. Why do you need to think about it?" Trinity looked at me skeptically. "We’re looking for a man named Rory White. He used to be Atlas's father's personal assistant. According to official reports, he died in the plane crash with Atlas's parents."

The Vampyre’s father, whom I now recognize as Councilman Sexton, pushes his son behind his legs, upper lip peeled back to reveal his long canines. “It’s all good,” Grayson says. Calm. Reassuring. Not to the father, but to the child. As he holds out the intact action figure—not broken, after all. The boy hesitates. Then his hand darts out from between his father’s knees to collect his toy, mouth widening into a toothy smile. Several of the guests exhale in relief. Not me, though. Not yet. “Anything you’d like to say?” Grayson asks, this time to the Were child. The boy blinks several times before looking at the ground with a pout.

Blade walks in the room and my eyes flicker up to meet him and Luther tells him, “Don’t even think about speaking to him. He’s in a shitty mood.” I scowl at Luther and he shrugs in response as if he’s silently saying, ‘don’t be upset just because I speak the truth.’ I roll my eyes before meeting Blade’s gaze and I ask, “Who is she? How is she capable of this?” Blade drops a manilla envelope on the desk as he states the facts about our new guest, “Her name is Raya Wright, she grew up with a human mother and today is her 18th birthday. From what I’ve gathered, her biological father, Arthur Locke, sensed her presence because of her powers emerging and he came in and stole her away. Shortly afte

Wyatt gulped, remaining kneeled on the floor. “In the beginning, you were a payment,” he mumbled. “The witches that stood with your father downstairs before being taken away, they summoned me to help pull at your father’s magic,” he explained. “Sperm-donor,” I interrupted. “He is not my father. Justin is.” My face burned, and I cupped my cheek. That was the first time I really said that out loud, to admit to another person that I considered him, dad. “I understand.” Wyatt bowed his head. “Broderick was a worthless piece of shit to do that to his daughter.”

As soon as he walked through the door, he roared, “Gavin, come out!” Gavin was startled and whispered, “Mr. Yarde, this person is Sawyer, Judah’s father and the chairman of Emerald Jewelry.” Sawyer suddenly saw Hansel, and his pupils constricted. “Mr. Grant? What are you doing here?”