Undertaker Son And Daughter Novels & Stories

“Four down.” Whatever happened to the other four, she did not know. Were they caught in their own ally’s gunfire and badly hurt or worse dead? She refused to think of the possible answers. She could not afford guilt to get the best of her. She could not afford to care. She had her priorities. She had lives to save. And hopefully she could. “Keep your eyes peeled, kids,” intoned Undertaker relaxedly standing on the back of the group. “This one’s no ordinary rabbit.”

"This isn't Scarlett! This is... this is some kind of trick! Tell her to get out here right now!" He stared fixedly at the decomposed face, where the forehead had rotted the worst, revealing stark white bone beneath. Looking at that face, even I could hardly believe it was me. Had once been Scarlett Morgan, daughter of Beta Donovan Morgan, once-beloved child and heir to the second-highest position in the pack. Edward stepped forward, his face ashen. The old housekeeper's hands trembled violently, but his voice rang out clear and firm: "Sir, this IS Miss Scarlett! Your daughter is dead!"

“She's not my partner anymore. Years ago. I send her money to keep her hidden and protect...Silene. I'll see her often, at least once a month. I brought her to this house. Silene, not her mother. I lied to you, you're not the only one I've visited Cuenca with and I apologize for it. Well, I'm disappointed, but I haven't been very honest either, nor have I told you everything that's going on. I'm not an absentee father, I can be many things but not that. I know what it is to grow up with a father of terror, I would have preferred not to have him, it was exactly the story I did not seek to repeat. My daughter will be nine soon, she's already on her way to being a young lady.” “Go. You were alm

- CALDER - Joe Osborne is useless. For as much as he charges for his investigations, I expected better. So far he has only managed to confirm things anyone might have discovered with a thorough internet search: that Patricia Harker is a real person and that she has a son named Taran of about my age. Or at least she did. Apparently she died two months ago.

"We'll have an ID within hours." The car was registered to a shell company. The shell company traced back to a man named David Brennan. "Brennan," Lucy repeated. "Like Thomas Brennan, the mechanic who killed my mother?" "Thomas Brennan's son," Rachel confirmed, pulling up his file. "Age thirty-four, lives in upstate New York, works as a freelance IT consultant. And apparently blames you for his father's death." "His father died of natural causes in 2019. Years before Torres's trial."

"So, you're Lugh Frankton, the chief of Mystic Sky Guild? Finally showing up, I see… And here I thought you'd be fleeing after hearing that I'm coming for you." Frank simply smirked. "Calm down. Don't you have to pay damages to the hospital for your vandalism?" "What?" The undertaker was left confused, just like Janice and Zark. They had no idea why he said something with such poor timing! However, the undertaker was smarter and quickly caught on. "So you're saying you'd definitely win and could kill me in an instant? And you wouldn't find out where I'm from if I'm dead?"

He is worse than his father and much harder to control. After so many years, I can finally say that I know how to destroy the king. Susan has given birth to two girls. She and her husband named them Thea and Annalise. When I went to find them, I have sensed that Thea is an Undead. She has the same eyes and hair as her father. I am planning to take her with me. … I am taking Thea away today. She is really sick and I know why. Since neither my stupid daughter nor her husband know about Thea’s real background, they have not fed her any blood, like they were supposed to.

"What did they tell you?" Lucifer clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "They showed me a video of the night our family was killed. It was... brutal. They told me that a man, a werewolf, was responsible. He killed our two sisters, our parents and our brother. After that night, his wolf died, and he fled. He married and had a daughter before he and his wife died." Mikhail's heart pounded in his chest. "Who is this daughter?" Lucifer's voice was cold as ice. "April Lopez. Her father is the man who killed our family."

If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it. "Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid, I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't a

“Send some spy to Dallas to spy on their past lives for the previous five years till date. His heir apparent, his strength, his weakness, his attitude to women, check if he loves drugs or drinks or party?“ I hung up after giving my orders. ***" Five days after, the burial date of Arnold was fixed, invitation were given to everyone except me. His son Alex was the complete replicate of his father, except that he will be more ruthless, and cunning. I heard he resent me so much, saying he will never forgive the killer of his father untill he's no more. He's just a kid, and he could get mad to any cost he did wants but no matter whom he chose to alliance with, it wouldn't still bother me.