Second Sons Book Novels & Stories

Second sons were only allowed if the first had no heir, or was dead in battle. “So basically, you usurped leadership from your brother because he has a heart.” He winces like I’d ripped a knife through his chest. “You can put it like that. But he was the better man.” His eyes bore into mine. “Our father wanted monsters, not sons. So he chose me because I could burn what Zoran refused to.” My throat tightens and I have to fight to keep the lump down. “So you punished me for that?” “No,” he says, shaking his head. “I walked away so I wouldn’t ruin you, Milaya. So I wouldn’t drag you down with me.”

We need to rule San Diego, not Grayston. “Alright father, because everyone in San Diego is going to the launch party, I have no doubt that that little girl will go there.” The young man answered his father. “Yeah, I’m also going. Take your sister with you. And Carman, make sure you succeed in trapping Chris today. Make sure to tell him that you want your son and you want the two of you to work.” ~Third-person viewpoint~

Thomas said a quick goodbye and we were off. As we arrived at the mall I told Jason we needed to first pick up some new clothes for school. I asked Thomas if I could look inside of his bookbag, he didn’t care, he was busy entertaining Cassy with her toys in the backseat. There was a plain notebook and a few pencils and several pictures and tests he had taken. I added a new backpack and school supplies to our list.

I murmured, though I was somehow happy that she was in pain "You don't need to be sorry, that's why I need your help. Please, help me. I'm helpless and don't know which path to follow again. I can not lose my son because he was looking for a goddamn lady. Please, have mercy on me" she begged "I don't get you, what can I do that will be of help? I don't wanna create a bad name for myself because I was the one who pushed the president's sons to death. I'll be glad to help ma'am" I retorted

The two of them had faked Dylan's kidney failure diagnosis and pushed me straight into hell. Hearing that, my parents froze where they stood. "Curtis was your brother! How could you do something like this to him?" My mother rushed forward like she had lost her mind and slapped Dylan across the face. It was as if she had forgotten this was the son she had cherished for years, the one who still had a fresh incision on his abdomen. Dylan clutched his stomach in pain as blood seeped through his fingers. My father saw it, but all he did was point at Dylan and start yelling.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

It's weird to talk to something that won't reply to me -he thought. After a deep sigh, he took the map, and some reserves of meat and water then packed them up along with the egg in his improvised but large backpack and burned down the books he read already. He knew they would not be of use for him anymore. Then it began, the story of a boy who lost everything he had twice, and still managed to move on by accepting his fate in a world that was about to do anything to kill him and take away his unborn partner from him to study it. A merciless world.

I felt uneasy , this makes me walk closer to my father – which gives me some sense of safety or comfort. “Rosemary darlin’ , I would like you to meet my son , Andrew…” I hear Authors voices pulling my attention back to them. Besides Author stands a tall , slender man with black and green armor. He has a kind face , and I can not help but feel safe around him. He does a small bow in front of me , and then flashes me a kind smile – his blue eyes makes his smile seem so much brighter.

“You are a king, my dear son, your father would want you to protect all life. You remember what he said, you are special and you must be a fair and just king when it is your time to sit on the throne.” I wasn’t even born when my father was murdered by his own brother, so I don’t have any memories of him. Only what my mother, Amitola, and Abner told me. Abner was a younger cousin to my father’s 2nd in command, who also died the same night. She would always tell me I was special and meant for great things. Instead, I was a fucked up King, who was unable to sympathize with my subjects, and in aligning with my beast we were fueled by our own vexation and the notion of being betrayed by the one p

The boy's mother rushed over, frantically thanking us. "Thank you, thank you! I'm so sorry. Did he bump into your wife?" My face instantly flared up again. Dante, however, just gave a faint smile. "Never mind. He didn't bump into my wife." He grew up in Valdoria, yet he didn't have a heavy regional accent. His pronunciation was crisp, his voice incredibly pleasant to the ear. Once the mother and her son had walked away, I looked up at him. "Thank you."