Son Of Ultron This Fan This Monster Novels & Stories

“I’m here, buddy, let me help.” “No!” He suddenly growls at me. I’m so taken aback, I freeze again. My son has never growled, especially at me. As if that’s not enough, the growl doesn’t sound normal either, it sounds like the weird sounds Atlas makes whenever he breaks through Lenox’s barrier. “You can’t touch me!” Alister suddenly screams, his whole body shaking with sobs. “She will hurt you through me, dad, listen to me, you can’t touch me! I told you she’s a monster, told you so many times and you didn’t listen!”

my father said from beside me. I couldn’t help but smile just a little at his words. I knew they were always happy and proud of me. They were amazing parents and I loved the time that I got with them. Ulric looked at my father and asked, “you’re the wolf from the dungeon and you're her father?” “Yes,” my dad answered. “When you say different, what do you mean?” another man asked from their group. I could tell he was an elemental and his raven on his shoulder was watching Bastet closely. Smart bird.

I'm glad she rejects him because I don't want any of these guys near my son or messing around with the person who takes care of him the most. "Want something?" "No, I don't drink alcohol," she replies. He laughs, so does Apolo until she looks at them dead serious. "Damn, it's not a joke." I don't know if he's doing it on purpose or if he simply doesn't realize what he's causing, but when he leans in to take his turn, Unax blatantly checks out her ass. He bites his lip pierced by a piercing and looks at me pretending to smack her. I grip the pool cue tighter. That shit just pissed me off, what's he doing? Doesn't his damn brain connect that she's the mother of my child? That ass was mine firs

I growl, feeling anger surge within me. He looks at us lazily. “Ah… it’s Roy and my monster daughter. If you’re here to kill me, just do it. My daughter is a freak and my concubine eloped with my trusted guard. The pup she had belonged to him… I know I’m powerless in the face of monsters so just kill me and get it over with.”

“I know you want him to be strong, but he’s still too young. This isn’t the life I want for my son.” I wasn’t supposed to hear it. I was supposed to be asleep. But I stood there anyway, peeking through the crack in the door, holding my breath. “He’s my son too!” Ragnar shot back. “I’m only doing what’s best for him. What’s best for this pack. He’ll grow up strong. He’ll lead us to greatness.” “How can he lead without a heart?” Mom replied, her voice breaking. “If only you had seen his eyes, Ragnar. His eyes were empty, even with blood on his hands. I’m afraid my son… my boy will become a monster, and it will be your fault.”

"What? That's his daughter? Tell me I didn't just hear that right." "Holy crap! Is a father live-streaming his own daughter being fed to a tiger? Is this guy out of his mind?" "You absolute monster! Even wild beasts look after their young. You're no better than an animal!" "Did this sick bastard throw her in himself just to go viral?" "I'm calling the cops! Someone lock this piece of trash up right now!" I glanced at the fast-scrolling barrage of insults, and the corner of my mouth twitched into a barely perceptible smirk.

Enough explosives to level the cabin. "Got him," one guard said. "Subject secured." We shifted back to human form. I was shaking with adrenaline and fury. Blood covered my mouth. His blood. "Who are you?" I demanded. The man spat blood. "Doesn't matter. You can stop me, but you can't stop all of us. Humanity First will purge this world of monsters. Starting with your freak daughter." I grabbed him by the throat. Lifted him off the ground. My wolf screamed to finish him. To tear out his throat.

When I realized my soulmate Darius was still hung up on his former lover Cassia and her child, I started teaching our son to call him "Lord Darius." That night, Theo accidentally stepped into a thorn trap set by forest nymphs. He was poisoned by a minor curse that sent his magic spiraling out of control and plunged him into darkness. But Darius turned and left because Cassia called him on his messaging crystal late at night. I touched my son's forehead as his divine aura dimmed from the pain, and made him say, "Goodbye, Lord." On Theo's birthday, Darius skipped our celebration because Cassia tearfully complained that her child needed a father. I didn't say much. I just had little Theo e

Franco laughed, turning to face me with his piercing dark eyes. "What are you doing here?" Franco Massimo, son of Dante Massimo, the true monster of the family. All the horrifying visions I had locked away rushed to the surface, breaking free from the chains that held them at bay. "Forgetting who you belong to?" he taunted, slowly drawing a gun from his pocket and attaching a silencer with methodical precision. "You may have run away from me once, but it will never happen again." "You don't own me. You never did, you fucking monster!" I stole a quick glance at the table, desperately trying to comprehend his sudden appearance. How the hell did he find me?

"He did what he was built for, Lyra. He didn't just survive the Reset; he consumed it. He didn't just kill the Giant; he stole its mind. He is the first biological king of the Machine Age." "He’s a baby!" I lunged at the librarian, my fingers curling into claws. I didn't care that he was wearing armor. I didn't care that he had saved us from the void city. He had turned my son into a monster. "Change him back! Use your machines and fix him!"