Son Of Broly Novels & Stories

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

“And I’m going to keep to my side of the bargain. That’s why I called you.” “Don’t tell me you want my blood again,” Ghost grunted. “I’m not bringing any more werewolves back to life. My brother is enough trouble already.” “This one is coming to help us,” Calisté said trying to convince him. “Remember Tae Kong? The Beta who fought alongside your half brother, Dan at the battle front. This is his son, Jimin.” “Honestly Calisté, I don’t expect this from you,” Ghost grunted. “You’ve been around for the past hundred years just like me. Do you remember every single detail. Do you remember who and who is who’s son and daughter?”

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

"Hey, step-sis. Why so lost in thought? You’re not screaming anymore. I’m not a ghost, believe me." His words hit me like a punch. Step-sis? The realization crashed down on me—he was my new stepfather’s son. Raj Malhotra. Of course, I should have put it together from the surname alone, but I was so blinded by the shock of seeing him here that it hadn’t clicked until now. He interrupted my thoughts again,“Why aren’t you shouting now? Lost your voice, step-sis?” The word step-sis made me cringe, but I couldn’t let him get under my skin, not now.

I ask myself. We watch as his father lifts his hand one last time, and as he does, I know this will be the blow that knocks Lawler unconscious. "STOP!" Tavin demands as he walks forward. My attention doesn't leave Lawler and his position, but the command stops the blow. "You are to remove yourself from his body, now," Talvin demands in a tone that I have heard Lawler use very few times. We all watch as he falls backward from Lawler and looks at Talvin, confused. "Who are you, boy?" He spits. "That is my son," Brogan grumbles. "He has no power here, and I will punish him for his outburst," Brogan states again, this time with more assertion.

My lips parted in a surprise Even though his face was not completely healed, I could recognize his face, his scent, and his aura. It was the Bastard, and he is the son of my mother.

Thus, began their journey of being martial artists. ... Meanwhile, both Samuel and Marilyn rushed to the hospital upon learning that Brody was severely injured. When Samuel saw his unconscious son in the VIP ward, his expression darkened. Brody was his one and only son and with both his legs and manhood destroyed, not only would Brody be a burden, he would not even serve the purpose of continuing the bloodline. Furious, Samuel roared, "Marilyn, you b*tch! It's your fault that my son ends up like this!"

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

By then, Tyler and I were already in a car that had been tampered with, and we ended up driving off a cliff and losing our lives. For more than a decade, the two of them had put on an act right under our noses, treating us like fools the entire time. In the end, they even planned to take our lives before disappearing with the money. I rolled my eyes inwardly. At such a young age, his acting was already so convincing. He was Julia's son, no doubt. Tyler leaned against the doorframe, his brow tightly furrowed. "Julia, haven't we made ourselves clear yesterday? We don't like kids."

I've never had a boyfriend, just sporadic things, and the first one was his father; after that, being with a guy my age is very difficult when they find out I have a two-year-old son, so I stick to whatever happens. He smiles at me, and he seems quite pleasant. He has a whitish smile, and his muscular arm stretches towards me with an open hand. I accept it because it seems like a funny gesture to greet me. The bicep is defined under the short-sleeved blue shirt, and the firmness of the handshake confirms my theory that he's an athlete, whether from the gym or whatever, but he exercises. "In that case, I'm Samuel," he introduces himself, and when I let go of his hand, he runs his hand through