Son Of Broly Novels & Stories

Damon’s not just coming for the stone. He’s coming for my son.

"Hello. I would like to speak to Hilton if you don't mind." I said. "Sorry but that's not possible. You see, Hilton won't be able to speak to you from now on." The voice said. It was then I recognized the voice to be that of Hilton's father. "How can this be sir? I asked you for Hilton's number but you gave me yours instead." I said. "You will never be able to reach my son again. Now he can finally be successful without you disturbing his life. He has traveled abroad and you will never see him again." Hilton's dad said.

he roars, using his alpha voice for the first time. Dr. Stevens stops completely in his tracks, his body frozen. His eyes are moving around wildly, as he stares at the two of us. It looks like he is trying to say something, but even his mouth is unable to move. Bash's command is so absolute, so powerful, that the much weaker wolf is not able to break it. Dr. Stevens is right--my son is a bit too powerful. But he is also wrong. My son can be a force for good in the world. He belongs out there too.

Then he signaled. The men lunged.. Lucia’s son moved with impossible speed.. He dodged.. spun.. and countered before anyone could react.. The fight escalated instantly.. Blades clashed.. sparks flew.. Lucia’s son swung with precision.. Steel sliced through the air.. heads rolled.. tumbling to the ground.. One throw of his boomerang blade felled twenty men at once as they charged recklessly toward him.. Severo’s mouth fell open in disbelief.. He had never seen.. nor could he have imagined.. such skill..

It might be my mage powers growing but I will ask my dad about it. I hadn't heard much about his dad as I did his mom. I was curious. "Where is your Dad?" "Not far from here. He was the Dragon Lord before he became the King of the Amyssian Empire. Red Dragons are stronger than normal Dragons so they are always trained as Dragon Lords." "So you are the Son of a Dragon Lord?"

Just as I’m about to respond, my designated mule of a stepbrother decides to interfere. “Holla…” he begins as he walks in, but then he switches to his usual asshole mode when he spots Bryan. “What the fuck are you doing here at this time? When every employee in America should be resting, you’re still working.” In one short sentence, he looks like he just stepped out of a UFC fight. His nose is bleeding, his lip is busted, his eyebrow is wounded, and there may be more injuries I can’t see right now. What the fuck happened to him?

"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?”

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."