Vengeful Father Syndrome Novels & Stories

"He is haunted by his own demons, by the failure to protect his family. Therefore, he focused on me and Alex. And he transformed us into these ruthless killing machines. His parental methods may be debatable, I admit. But I understand why he did it. Why he has pushed us so goddamn hard every day since we left Romania and moved into this land. Because he would not survive another massacre of his beloved ones. History shall not be repeated." History shall not be repeated. I recalled the moment when my father announced it. It was roughly five years ago when I travelled together with Alex and father back to Romania, back to the place where our need for vengeance originated from. It had developed

I let the absolute venom of years of observation pour into his face. My father who's eight years older than my mom, have a sick desire for barely matured women; that the moment my mother clocked thirty years, started looking like a woman, he began talking her down about her body. It got worse each year she gets close to forty. Her physical appearance suddenly appalled him and my mom convinced herself she can go back to being the slim model he liked. "I settled that liability through the corporate divestment of your choice!" he barks back and grips my wrists, his fingers digging into my skin with surprising force for a man his age.

And perhaps if he told her, this desperation, this agitation, would go away. “Vincent died when he was fifteen,” he said roughly. “Meningitis. It was very fast. My mother and I were already gone then, but my father blamed himself even though there was nothing he could do.” His fingers closed on the stem of his wine glass so tightly it hurt. But the pain grounded him. “The son he had to replace me was gone, and I won't lie to you, Anna, but when I heard of his death, I felt some sick kind of joy. My father hated my mother and I guess that hate extended to me too. It didn't help that I didn’t turn out the way my father wanted me to be, so I guess it was easier for him to cast me aside.” She wa

"Why? After ruining my fucking suit, you think I should let you go?" "Wow, for someone who apparently doesn't curse, you sure do use foul language. I wonder why this behavior is only reserved only for me." "I wonder why your snarky attitude is reserved only for me. I don't see this attitude coming out in front of anyone else, especially your father." "There's a difference between my father and father in law, who's the biggest asshole I've ever met." "Oh, and what's that?" "He's my blood. He raised me, you didn't."

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

Then he turned to the judge with cold, steady eyes. “No,” he said clearly. “I do not wish to hold onto the adoption. I renounce it. Kael is no longer my son.” Kael exploded. “You can’t do that! You raised me! You’re my father! Blood is thicker than water, you bastard!” Security had to hold him back. He was screaming, face red with rage, tears of fury in his eyes. “After everything I went through because of you! You throw me away for a nineteen-year-old slut?! I’ll kill you both!”

The hatred-laden eyes of their father invaded my head again, serving as a reminder of the bitterness and hostility that I felt looking into them. "Now, when I look back at it, I understand that that day my father had lost his heart, and quite literally so. The loss of our mother, his mate, drove him crazy." I could feel the traces of despair in Set’s voice, but he did his best to keep his face void of any emotions. "Father went on a rampage, hunting down the vampires who had killed my mother. He made sure, he got every last one of them, even at the cost of his people." Set continued talking, painting a gory picture of revenge for me.

But heck- Father was nut in the head to want to force a woman with a mate and a son into his bed, when she's nothing but uninterested in his pure lust of her. Yet, father resolved to killing the woman off just because she didn't give into his lustful deeds, and never would. Father had his own god-damned wife and family and yet he went the long way to scatter and shatter a once peaceful family. Pardon my words, but father doesn't deserve to live but die in that sickbed he's currently on... And yes: I mean it and am not fucking sorry for spitting out the truth. The bitter truth at that.

So why would I want to be Beta to a pack rule by worthless people? My father is worst than Sunshyne, and Roderick I’m so ashamed to even call him my father. For years I watch how he abuse Tiffanye mentally and emotionally, I wish I could do something about it. I was only a kid, and I did not have the strength to stand up to my dad even though it was hurting Tiffanye. I watch as my father resented her. I always wanted to know why that night of Journee injury answer my question. My father was wrong for what he did, but most of all continue on mistreating her. After all, he could have just told my mother to give her up for adoption she could have been happy.

The kind that came from watching people you love suffer. "My father used a woman named Sophia Carter to seduce me and destroy my marriage," he said quietly. "He orchestrated four years of attacks on my family. My wife faced death threats. My daughter was poisoned and nearly died. A good man sacrificed his life to save her. And through all of it, Victor treated it like a game. Like people were just pieces on a board he could move and discard." "That sounds like him," I said flatly. "My father is a sociopath who views empathy as weakness and morality as an inconvenience. I learned that when I was twelve and watched him destroy my mother's spirit one calculated cruelty at a time."