The Father In Twilight Novels & Stories

Julian looked at him curious but nervous. "Julian, this is my father, Thaddeus. Thaddeus this is Julian." My father stayed where he was over by the table. Probably afraid to scare him if he came closer. "Hi Julian!" My father said. "I hope you're feeling better this morning. I brought you up some food." "He still looks extremely pale. Have you by any chance giving him any blood?". My father asked me through the link. That totally slipped my mind. I kinda forgot that he's part vampire.

“He’s blocking me. I told you, he’s…upset.” “Fucking werewolves,” my father mumbles. “You can’t break through?” Blaire asks. “No. He’s extremely powerful. He’s--” I look at my father, almost too afraid to go on --“he’s part witch. A hybrid.” “Well, never mind, we have to go. I just pray we’re not too late.”

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."

I didn’t want him to see me like this: chained, beaten, bloodied, and on the verge of being violated. But the man who stepped into the torchlight was neither Kaelen nor another guard. He was a thin, middle-aged man with silver threading through his dark hair and eyes that seemed to carry the weight of centuries — exhaustion, power, and something far darker. The moment our gazes met across the flickering light, something deep in my soul recognized him instantly, like a long-buried memory clawing its way to the surface. The Lycan King. My father.

At the calm of him, the stillness, the way he'd just watched me almost lose myself completely and reacted like it confirmed something he'd already known would happen. "Fine," I said. My voice came out rough. "My father. Tell me about him." He looked up from the book. "Your father wasn't just a vampire who disappeared before you were born," he said. "Your father was mine. Before he was anyone's."

I wasn’t disgusted by that thought, until now. “I think I’m missing one more thing,” his voice snapped me out of my daze. “Which is?” I asked, trying hard not to sound weak or broken. He glared at me firmly, calculating, but that cruel smirk curling on his lips was visible. “I, Lucian Maxwell, soon-to-be Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, reject you, Isabella Montero, as my mate and Luna,” he declared, much to my chagrin. “And I, Isabella Montero, accept your rejection,” I blurted out firmly, despite the sudden pain that struck my chest.

A thousand moving points of light. The doors close behind us. The older man gestures for me to sit. I don’t. “Say what you came to say,” I tell them. The younger one swipes his hand across the table. Images bloom into existence, old photographs, diagrams, symbols I recognize from places I’ve bled in. “Aidan’s father,” he begins, “was not just a vampire.” I feel it before I think it. The tightening. The pressure behind my eyes. “He was a Shadowhunter,” the older one continues. “Or he was.”

Father ordered. This was getting out of hand. I could smell a fight about to happen. "I am not going without Philomena," he said. I didn't know that Enoch had such a temper. "Enoch. You really should go," I said. Dad was a pure vampire and could kill him with ease. Father walked up to him and smacked his cheek with his palm. He flew and landed on a wall. Father didn't even flinch. I knew his rage would take over. I quickly covered Faith's eyes, not wanting her to see her grandfather fight.

Half a second later, my Father's pine scent hits my nose. Natalia whimpers in my brain, and Ben spins around just as Father appears in the kitchen doorway. His eyes are ice blue, and I know my Lycan father is in control. Ben sinks into a defense position, and panic floods my bloodstream. I know Ben wants to protect me, but he is basically signing his death certificate. I maneuver around my mate's arms as quickly as I can. He tries to grab me, but I am too quick. I hold up my hands in surrender and hold my breath. Father Helios won't attack if I am in his path.

feeling settled in my stomach. "Are you going to hurt him?" My father didn't answer, which was an answer in itself. "No," I said, standing up abruptly. "I won't let you hurt him." "Sit down, Tyla," he said, his voice suddenly stern. "You don't have a say in this." "I do have a say!" I shouted. "I care about him!" His eyes narrowed. "Have you fallen for that rogue leader? Is that what this is about?" I didn't answer. I wasn't sure about my feelings for Damon, but I knew I couldn't let my father hurt him. "Can't you bring down Jonathan without hurting Damon?" I asked, my voice softer now. "There must be another way." "Jonathan?" He looked confused for a moment, then laughed. "Jonathan is just