The Flash's Son Novels & Stories

Frank only replied me with a glare, his teeth gritted as he continued shouting, "I have come for what's mine, Ethan Slade. Where is my son?" "What?!" my brows furrowed in confusion. "How do you mean you are here for your son, Frank?" "Cut the crap, Ethan Slade," he retorted. "Dylan. He is my son and I am here for him. Now, go inside and fetch me my son."

I wondered if it was worse than skinning him alive. I moved closer but regretted it the moment I laid my eyes on him, well, what used to be him. you couldn’t even recognise the face. Now he was just something with arms and legs. I took out my phone and dialled Elodie. “Brother,” she sounded cheerful. “Your son is a fucking monster, D monster.” Silence followed my words. “He was never trained Luke, my father never saw my son and we got rid of the serum. How can he be the Don’s monster.”

I said. "Is he my ---," "Yes Nigel, he is Chase Cole Alcantara, your son. He and Kiara were the only ones you were able to abandon before." I said emphatically and angrily. "What?" Aunt Calli said in shock. "You need to explain to us Nigel." the anger in Uncle Dark's voice as he said that to his son. "I thought you and Kiara's relationship was okay, but what is this Nigel?" Aunt Calli's voice was full of confusion.

I didn't have a great voice, I admit it. As I was really into what I was doing, I felt a hand touch my shoulder from behind. I jumped and turned around to see what or rather who it was... - You again? I promise you that I have changed! In fact, it was Ariel, the governor's son! He kept his cool and looked at me for a while before saying... - ARIEL: It's good that you've changed! You can earn your money with dignity, without hurting anyone... - Okay, big guy! What are you doing here?

"What else?" "There's something else. Something you'll want to see." A pause. "She has a son." Sasha's entire body went rigid. "A son? How old?" "Around seven or eight years old, based on school records I was able to access. He attends Bradshaw Prestigious Academy. And there's no history of a father figure in his life. No man has ever been seen with them regularly. No father listed on any documents I could find. Just her, the kid, and Ruby Chen."

"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.

Brooks' eyes widened. "I think he heard you!" she exclaimed, a glimmer of hope in her voice. I held my breath, waiting for any sign of response, my heart aching with the desire to reconnect with the father I never knew. I turned to Lucas, my eyes pleading with him to try. "Lucas, you try," I whispered. Lucas focused his thoughts, reaching out to our father. *Dad, I know you don't know us, but I'm Rose StormCloud's son, Lucas, and Raven is here too.*

“Storm, didn’t I tell you? Your dad is busy with important work—” Storm clung to Shadrach with all his strength, his little hands clutching at his shirt as if letting go would mean losing him forever. “Mommy, I know he’s busy because he’s a superhero. But superheroes have families too, and they spend time with them!” Shadrach's chest swelled with pride. He could hardly believe that Wynter had spoken about him with such admiration, despite everything. She had told Storm he was his dad—a superhero, no less. It was more than he deserved. But in his heart, Shadrach knew no one could dispute this bond. Blood or not, Storm was his son.

“So, who was that hunk? I thought he was that Grant?” “That was his friend, Griffin.” “I think, you should also talk to him. Now, that he saw Lumiere.” “I will.” ----- Ria stepped and stood beside Grant who was looking at her son peacefully sleeping. While, Gwen, peacefully sleeps on the long couch. “His name is Lumiere. He is my son,” Ria started. Griffin nodded as he mumbled, “That is why he looks so familiar.” “Grant doesn’t know about him.” “Why didn’t you tell him?” he asked, his forehead was crumpled but his eyes were still diverted to her son. “Don’t you trust him?” His voice was at its lowest, careful not to wake up the child who was still sleeping.

He leans over and spits out the blood allowing him to speak, with some confusion at my question, “My son? Felix?” “Yes, your son. How old is he?” “17.” “Good, that is close enough. Has he had his Alpha training? Or some thereof, and is he here?” “Of course… Yes, he got back three days ago…” “Have your son meet us in your office.” I feel as Morpheus follows Adrian’s link to his son, making sure that is who he contacts. I then link with Raphael and Zaire to let them know what I have found.