The Son Novels & Stories

painted all over his face. “Hey man ! What happened to you ? And who is your mate ?” Chester asked our son before he could slip past us. “It is Beta Zane’s son, Dad ! And I hate his very guts,” he huffed, clearly pissed off. “I am going to reject him !!” he added. What the fuck ?!

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

That means they also accept Soren’s son. "There's nothing we can do, kids. That's it, we can't undo what happened," Dad stated making me nod. He's right, what is done can't be undone. Today is Friday and 2 days from now, we will meet Soren's son. I wonder what he looks like now. Soren's son is a young man now and I bet, he resembled Soren more than before. "I'm sorry," Soren said humbly. Our parents smiled at him.

“He just turned 17. He's a bit like I used to be, and at times I still am. He's quiet, soft-spoken, shy, and very sweet. But he likes to keep to himself. Do you see that young man over there?” He pointed to a man talking to Damian, Xavier, and Theo. He looked nothing like Cassian. “Yes. What about him?” “He's my oldest son. His name is Abraham.” I studied Lucian for a moment before looking at his son. Abraham is as tall as Damian, but his body is bigger, broader, and more muscular than the Beta's. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, but the angel ignored my question and continued talking. Lovely!

"What do you think?" My fork nearly slipped from my hand. "Mommy, that's embarrassing. I don't want a match." "Just get to know him," she insisted gently. "If you don't like him, then that's perfectly fine." "The young man is the son of my closest friend," Uncle Greg added. "He studied in Switzerland too. His name is Sean. He's polite, well-mannered, a true gentleman. Theo knows him well, right, Son?" At that, I finally looked at Theo. I was not mistaken. There was something dark in his expression, something sharp. Annoyance flickered across his face before he could hide it.

"I have a question. Can you answer me?" Demon Son's face darkened. After all, the other party was an expert. It was better to show him a little respect. He uttered, "Go ahead." "You are called Demon Son. I heard that there is a Son of God in the Immortals. Are people having the word son in their name more powerful, for example, my son?" Chu Xun asked very seriously. "What the fuck..." The corners of Demon Son's eyes twitched continuously. "Who do you think your son is? How could he be a match for us?"

Two years later Abeer 5 yr old Dev 2 yr old Adhya and Rudra were sitting in the drawing-room of Sameer and Soniya's house, they were here to meet Soniya who met with an accident two days back in Dehradun while tracking and now sitting on the couch with a plaster on her leg. Adhya named his second son dev, and you can guess why. So dev is the total opposite of abeer, very naughty and talkative. It doesn't bother him that people are even listening to him or not but when he has to speak, he will.

The son, a reflection of his father's strength but with a fire of determination in his eyes, stood resolute, every fiber of his being radiating an eagerness to challenge the established order. With a thunderous growl that echoed through the forest, Alphonse lunged forward, his powerful frame propelling him with speed that belied his age. His jaws snapped shut with calculated precision, aiming for his son's throat, a move designed to assert his dominance and put an end to any challenge. But Alex was quick, his reflexes sharp as he twisted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the crushing grip of his father's jaws.

I stared at the two shoehorns Caden Lancaster handed me. One was made of dark hardwood, wide and sturdy, clearly meant for delivering a proper beating. The other was plastic, thin and long, perfect for leaving bright red welts. The seven-year itch that had been burning inside me was doused by my son's betrayal, leaving me feeling oddly amused despite everything. Before I could choose one, little Felix Lancaster burst into tears with a wail loud enough to wake the dead, as if he'd suffered the greatest injustice in the world.

Fear. The stranger sighed. "I had hoped you were dead." Silence. Frank's face was drained of color. The stranger looked disappointed. "Would've saved us all time." Savannah exchanged a glance with Grayson. This wasn't what she expected. Not at all. The stranger returned his attention to Grayson. "My name is Lucas." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing. But Frank reacted immediately. His legs nearly gave out. No!!. Not Lucas. The First Son. The Sovereign.