Son Of Ultron This Fan This Monster の小説・ストーリー

Ethan Storm spoke in such a matter of fact voice. It infuriated Jake as he looked ready to screech at the older man, “What the hell is going on dad?” He questioned and his father knew that it would be a long story and he would have to repeat it more than a few times to let it sink in. But finally, there was a new hunter to take over just when they would be needed most. There was a monster lurking in the shadows no longer content to watch the human’s rule over what should be there. But do all monsters do monstrous things only time would tell who could be trusted in this new world that Jake was thrust into?

"I know that part of me is him and part of him as me but I just can't shake the feeling that I came from monster high and I sometimes hear that I'm going to become the monster that he was but monsters have an ability to revert back to the way they were monsters are not born they are made and what made him a monster with the same thing I don't want to make me a monster if I'm making sense. " " you're making perfect since you don't want to be the same person that you were and going to be the kind of person that your father was you want to be different and I must tell you that you have a beautiful relationship with your daughter she loves you to respect you and you treat her with respect which

“I didn’t mean to make him disappear.” I knelt beside them, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Sometimes monsters need to disappear.” He looked up at me, eyes wet. “Daddy, am I a monster?” That question tore through me more brutally than any wound I’d ever taken. I cupped his face in both hands. “No, Damon. You’re my son. You’re what every monster should fear, okay?” Behind us, the remaining enemies scattered into the forest. The sun finally broke the horizon, spilling gold across the smoking courtyard, turning everything Damon had touched into shimmering light.

"He’s your son, Julian! He’s a Vane!" "He’s a Bliss," Julian corrected, a single tear tracking through the bandages on his scorched face. "He is everything good in Elara, and none of the rot in us. I stayed to protect him. I stayed to be the monster so he wouldn't have to be." The wooden block slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the linoleum floor. The secret was out. The "Monster" wasn't a stranger; he was the father of the boy I loved more than life itself. And Silas was no longer just a protector—he was an uncle to the child he thought was his enemy's heir.

Tank muttered. "Then you're not listening." I turned to face the Serpents fully. "For three years, you've given me freedom plus respect. A place where I could be myself without pack politics or alpha commands. I love you all for that. You're my family. But right now, my son is having visions of becoming a monster. He's terrified of his own power. And today, spending time with his father, was the first time I've seen him genuinely happy since this nightmare started."

I asked myself. "Did you see that.. I told you he wasn't here to help but rather to laugh at us. I wonder how foolish you can be sometimes. I think you've forgotten that "like the father, like son", I mean he's Lucifer's son and am sure he likes whatever his father does because to every child, his father is a superhero and he can never be wrong. So how can you trust this Carlos?"he scolded me.

Julian Moretti was supposed to be a corpse, a memory I had choked out of my own mind in the Obsidian Forge, but here he stood—the original monster, smiling at the wreckage he had made of his son. Julian stepped out of the shadow of the rotating throne, his posture identical to the giant who had branded a seven-year-old boy in the cellar. He didn't look like a man who had been hiding; he looked like a king who had simply stepped away from his seat to watch his dogs fight. Dante’s human hand went completely rigid against my waist, his breathing turning into a wet, jagged rattle as the permanent neural bridge between our minds threatened to shatter under the weight of his childhood terror.

We are in the middle of negotiations. ‘Were being attacked by a fucking monster. We need more weapons and reinforcements.’ I yell into the phone and hang up before my father could counter. I don’t have time for this shit. Just when I thought I was going to get away unscathed, I’m plucked from the ground and come face to face with the monster that’s destroying what my lineage has fought to build. She squeezes me so tightly I can’t breathe. Every bone in my body threatens to explode. “Put the Alpha's son down, or I’ll pluck your head from your body.”

"I am right here. The wire didn't snap." "A child," he rasped, his deep voice a broken, ragged wire of pure, unhinged dependency as he lifted his face to mine, his silver eyes drowning in a deep, frantic terror that had nothing to do with the Council. He framed my jaw with his trembling fingers, his lips pressing a desperate, hot reclaim over the thrumming violet punctures of his mating brand. "I have a son... a daughter... growing in your perimeter. Veda... the monster has a lineage."

“Death is irrelevant when the mind is transferable.” Alex moved in front of her, shielding her instinctively. “You’re a monster.” “And you,” her father replied calmly, “are an obstacle I anticipated.” Panels in the walls slid open. Metallic limbs unfurled. A humanoid drone stepped out sleek, silver, and predatory. Alex cursed under his breath. “We’re not equipped for this.” Elena forced herself to stand straighter, rage overtaking fear. “You won’t control me.” Her father’s voice softened disturbingly. “I already do.”