The Son Of Red Fang Novels & Stories

I guess like father like son in that regard, as both his sons left me. Iris tells me not to take it personally, that her husband struggles with his demons, and its guilt he feels when he looks at me. Knowing what his cub mate did to me and my family, gets to him. Bale Fangman was his best friend growing up in the pack and he went on to do unspeakable things. That admission doesn’t make me feel better though, and I’m not sure how to make things better between us if my mere existence makes Beta Alder uneasy. I avoid him when I can.

"I honestly don't remember my mother at all, and nothing was done to me. You left so I found a way to cope without having a family. I made another with people I met after you left. They became my family. And I understand your need to do this, but you also have to understand that not every vampire is evil the way you see it. Just one person commited that crime, not all of them. And I can genuinely say that I know a few who are good people just like Samson and who would do anything to help and protect people instead of hurting them. I really hope that you begin to see it that way. Only then you be at peace and stop this quest for revenge. Hasn't it ruined enough things for you? It ruined us an

“Right now, I'm sending off a maniac who's got a striking resemblance with my son. But when you return, you must return as Ryder, my son! The greatest warlord the werewolf kingdoms has ever known. Not another mention of Hara in this house. She's a myth and must be forgotten!“ Red had whimpered at father's words and that was the last time I heard him make any sounds. In a few minutes, I had to return to the Ryder everyone used to know. I had to pretend I was okay. I had to look convincing that I was over Hara. I checked out of the hotel and had my sunglasses on, shielding me from the sun's rays. I got into the car, which had just Jason and the driver, and a guard. “Drive.“ I ordered.

He took account of everyone present but there was no werewolf named Rejah in the church that night. "Was deception Rejah?" He asked. Deception goes by many forms. All the years Immortal might have turned him into something else. The words that came out of her mouth pushed him Into a firm denial.. "No, you are! You are Rejah, the son of Ra!" Her confirmation dawned like the setting of the sun.. To be continued.

She shook her head and breathed out sharply. A tiny whimper came from the bundle in her arms. Maggie looked down into the face of her son. "And, well, the main reason I wanted to stop by today… Michael Rannigan, I'd like you to meet Robert Michael Beaulieu. We call him Robby. He looks just like Bobby. Except he has red hair." She smiled broadly. "He was born at the end of August. I'm still on maternity leave, but I'm going back next month. Brian has been great; I'll even be taking Robby to the office with me for a while until he gets bigger."

I guess that makes sense. My name is Adrian Oakheart, youngest son of Alpha Harry Oakheart, belonging to the Grayfang pack of Seattle. As the ruling pack of an enormous territory, my family and its allies have had many enemies throughout our history, with the Sterlings of the Ironhowl pack being the most dangerous. On more than one occasion, I heard that there had been bloody fights between the Ironhowls and the Grayfangs, so terrible that my father almost died. When I was very young, I remember my late mother crying and cursing Silas Sterling for nearly taking my father's life.

Even if my wolf couldn’t be unbound, I would still have the power to help. “you said, our pack.” Theron looked at me with so much love in his eyes. Technically, I was part of Red Fang because of my father, but my heart belonged to Phantom Moon. “Yes, OUR pack. Unless... you don’t want me now that you know whose blood runs through my veins?” It was a question I dreaded asking but had to know. Since he told me about the blood feud, I dreaded the thought of him not wanting me because of it.

Levi's brows furrowed in thought as he absorbed the information from the journal. "Hold on," he said, pausing for a moment. "Tyrel... I recognize that name. He's the current Alpha of the Red fang pack, and if I remember correctly, he should be a year older or the same age as me." My eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" I exclaimed. "So, Tyrel is now leading the Red fang pack, just like his father?"

And now I was already an adult. ‌ "Well, if that's your decision, know that I let you do whatever you want because I still consider you my best friend and it was my son's fault," Magnus' father told my father. ‌ Everything happened so fast after that. My father didn't want the former Alpha to change his mind and hurriedly told me to get ready to leave. ‌ We set off towards the Silver Fang Pack. It was the pack my mother came from before marrying my father and following him to the Black Fur Pack where I was born and raised.

At five years old, Jeremy learned that lies shaped reality. It was the first night his father, or the man he would one day call his father, had brought him to Wolf Pack Run, the main Grey Wolf ranch, days after his mother’s death. That evening, around a campfire with the whole of the pack in attendance, James Lennon, then high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, had stood in the flickering orange glow of the flames and announced he had a son that he hadn’t known existed.