The Son Becomes The Father Novels & Stories

" He's not a vampire like you but he's a cambion. He's a demon son! Hearing those words feels like a knife pointed in my heart. He's more powerful than me? I just nodded to my dad but for me I'm not happy to hear it. " But you must kill him before his 21st birthday my son", this time I'm more confused. Our father wanted to kill his own son and I'll be the one to kill him? I slowly moved away from him. " What? You what me to kill my own brother?", I asked him. He laughed at me. He shook his head. " He's a demon son and he's capable of anything even killing the leader of all the vampires!" I didn't know what to say. I had to know the truth about us. I'm more confused than I thought. ----------

Will her son's father stick around this time, or is he just going to cause more heartache. Erin's son's father is insistent that he's changed, and that he's ready to be a father. Erin is skeptical, but she decides to give him a chance. She makes it clear that she won't tolerate any more broken promises, and that her son's well-being is her top priority. Surprisingly, Erin's son's father seems to be committed to changing his ways. He's patient and kind with her son, and he seems to genuinely want to be a part of his life.

But he wasn’t that boy anymore. He was taller now. Broader. Shadows carved beneath his cheekbones. A man. A soldier. An Alpha in his own right. And soon... a father. The memory ambushed me, his first breath, the cry that broke the silence the night he was born, echoing down these very halls. I’d cradled him against my chest, his body so fragile, so impossibly small... and yet it had shifted the axis of my entire world. And now? That same child had created life... and wanted to destroy it.

So he let me become powerful first. He let me become capable. Then he left me the truth. Not as a burden but as a weapon and now I was informed. And that changed everything. The invitation to Geneva sat on my phone like a silent countdown. Before, I saw it as negotiation but now, I saw it as a continuation. A circle closing. They had tested my father, they pushed him and he refused to submit. Then my mother died. The war cooled but never ended and now they were assessing me. The son. The next Alpha.

He's understanding that his father was writing about business but really writing about relationships and about what it takes to build something lasting and real and beautiful and he's understanding that everything his father learned too late his son now has the opportunity to learn in time. His mother calls and she's congratulating him on the restructuring and she's telling him that his father would be proud and she's telling him that she's seeing changes in him that give her hope and she's telling him that she's starting to believe that maybe he actually can become someone different and someone better than his father and someone capable of loving in ways that his father never managed to mas

“I want to use this opportunity to apologize for what my younger son did to your daughter. I am sorry for my daughter’s bad behavior.” “It’s fine, Mr. Jones. All that matters is that the problem has been solved and we are all here for the wedding.” “Yes, that’s true.” “Greetings, Uncle,” Jonathan said as he walked toward Mr. Jones and gave him a hug. “Greetings, my son. You know you need to stop calling me uncle because you are about to marry my daughter. Why don’t you call me father instead?” Mr. Jones said. “Greetings, Father,” Jonathan said. “Good boy. From today onward, you are the son I never had, and I am happy to welcome you into my family.”

"I didn't do anything to you. You betrayed me. Why? Just tell me why." His face was a wreck. Tears running down it. He wanted an answer. Fine. I'd give him one. He was the only son of the Moretti family. Born to be the Don. And he walked away. For me. His father pressured him every way you can pressure a man. He didn't budge. He wouldn't come home. He worked as a real-estate agent. Long hours. Took everything he made and brought it home. He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house.

"My wife is a very traditional person, so was I, until I realized my son wasn't able to follow the rules. He met you and now, I can't help but feel this was meant to happen. I was very harsh at the start, I gave you a deadline understand why. I won't be the one to rush the Luna ceremony, but I want you to know that you would make a great Luna. You brought joy to my son, something I haven't seen in a very long time. Now that you have a pup, Grayson will be softer, and that could make all the difference. I am very happy for you, not only will you give the pack an heir, but you will give Grayson something he always wanted to become. A father. He told me once that he will never abandon his child

He'll fight for you and go to war for you and others who are innocent and need it. He will fill my shoes and more. He will be better than me and better than his grandfather,” Reid said, his eyes going to Thaddeus, and he struggles to keep his eyes dry when he sees tears in his father's eyes. Thaddeus looks just as proud today as he was the day he took his place. “He will be a better Alpha and a stronger Alpha King. Midnight Moon pack, I give you my son, Grayson Thaddeus Anderson!” Reid said, swaying his hand out toward the back of the stage where his son stood.

Dimitrius didn’t sound like the type of lycan who would easily give up that title of power to anyone. I felt for Groban as I sat watching his face, and without even thinking it through I knew I had to acknowledge what was and allow him to know that it would be okay, somehow. “Son, congratulations,” I said as I looked straight at him this time. Looking up at me he tried to understand the complement, “You’re going to become a father, and you’re going to one day soon, be holding your own son or daughter,” This realization had the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile as he allowed himself to think about it.