The Father In Twilight Novels & Stories

It gave me chills to even think they could come back. “Werewolves? Hellhounds?… what is this? The Twilight saga fanfiction?” His mouth twitched. “Without the fiction and the glitter, yes,” he said with a straight face. I stared at him. He was wearing a pair of Levi's, a checkered shirt and a baseball cap. My prodigal father who had finally come back after fifteen years of being absent in my life. He sounded crazy, but looked like he hadn’t changed since the last time I saw him. He looked so normal; like he hadn’t aged a day.

I can’t hold another single thought in my head until my father finally finishes his damn speech. “Who is the new suitor,” I ask, loudly in my most commanding voice. Or so I think. I may in fact not be capable of such a voice but here's to trying. My father pulls away from speaking to my mother and stands tall. “It’s going to be Tyson,” he announces, waving his hand toward the wolf. I slowly lower myself to my seat, trying to remember to breathe. Tyson?? “A shifter? Ohh my,” mother says, downing the rest of her Manhattan.

Maybe the very idea of being mated to a werewolf from a crumbling pack disgusted him so much, he couldn’t even acknowledge it. I was still spiraling when I realized we were now standing directly in front of him. And he still wasn’t looking at me. “My Prince,” my father said with a booming voice, full of praise and pomp. Justin gave him a bored frown. That tiny expression chipped at my father’s confidence. His smile faltered. Then Justin’s golden-brown eyes finally landed on me, and my heart jolted so hard it stole the breath from my lungs. My father noticed.

HE IS LOVING ME THROUGH THIS AND I AM THANKFUL FOR HIM. ANDREA- SOUNDS LIKE THE PERFECT GUY. SO MATURE. WHO IS IT? ANYONE WE KNOW? ME- MATURE IS ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT. HE IS FINCH CONRAD. COURTNEY- AS IN THE TRIPLETS FATHER? LEWIS- I DID NOT JUST READ THAT. NOPE I’M OUT! YOU WEREWOLVES ARE INSANE. YOU ARE FUCKING THE TRIPLETS DAD?

The light though it was warm and I could see clearly, it was what I was searching for in the dark. The light came closer and I knew it was my father, as he drove up next to the car, he got off the snow machine, “Okay Kay, are you ready?”

My Father's and Lucifer's agony filled screams were echoing all over the area. "Stop moving!" Draven growled as he threw me onto the ground before pair of black boots came into my view. I fearfully looked up as I immediately recognised the man. I hadn't seen him ever but the way his fiery red hairs and striking green eyes matched Draven's, I knew he was his father. Everett. "You made it easy for me to catch you. Didn't Lucifer warned you to roam in the forest, huh?" Amused. His voice held excitement and gruesome. My thoughts were running wild as I looked at him.

“Grandma Lucy is a spitfire too. She might not be nice to you. Can you hold in you’re angry outburst if she starts calling our pack a cult?” “Cult?” Dad looks at me in outrage. I throw my head back in laughter. “I’m just saying, to the human world, we kind of do seem like a cult. Vivian thought we were one. She thought we were all Twilight fanatics and into occult s**t. She calls me the cult leader, and Marvel calls me Brother Valentine.” “You’re shitting me, right?” “No,” I laughed, shaking my head. “You can’t even get your own son to call you Dad? And what the f**k is Twilight?”

His aura was the strongest. “Conrad…” “Uncle Theodore…” I quickly turned to where the voice was coming from. Then I saw a man with a dark brown pants, white loose medium shirt, and then a hat. He was tan. He was probably the same age as my mom if ever she was still alive. He looked playful, and outgoing. I couldn’t feel anything. How would I know if this was my father? ‘He wasn’t the lycan your mother dated, Avalynn. This was not your father. I knew him by scent and aura.’ Alice said.

I wasn’t surprised about that; that was Lucian’s daily mantra—taking down things and destroying them with his energy. What left me speechless was the fact that he knew my father had killed Alucard and kept it a secret. The painful part was that when Thorne and I told him about it, he had pretended not to know anything. He acted shocked, like he hadn’t known for nineteen years that my father was the reason why Aria didn’t grow up with her real parents. “You knew from the beginning that my father killed Skylight’s father?” I asked as I stepped in. “I’m not here for you, Raven,” he said with so much rage in his voice as he lunged after my father.

It was deep, calm, and dangerous without being loud. My father walked out of the shadows. He stands so still that it makes other people feel small. Lord Vail Noctharis. Leader of the vampire groups. Ruler of everything in this dark place, including me, his son. His eyes moved over all of us. Then they got narrow. “You came back with nothing.” That was not a question, and I would not act like it was one. “The smell was there,” I said. “But we were not alone.”