Which Godly Parent Do I Have Novels & Stories

Those people are MORONS! As if there is anyone better on this planet to raise us than our Papa and Daddy. People honestly should learn to mind their business and leave our fabulous family alone. Even if we plan to find out who our mama is today, that doesn’t change how we feel about them. Papa and Daddy are our world. They are our parents. Knowing where our other maternal X chromosomes come from doesn’t diminish their roles in our lives and hearts.

He's said this to me before, but I can't seem to understand what it means. I turned slightly to cast him a glance. He seemed more calm than earlier. "C'mon Eva, you should have known that by now, you've seen how things are with my father." I couldn't say anything, I was still very much confused. "My mother had an affair with a viking god and despite how hard she tried to hide it from him, he found out, still." He continued. "A god?" "Yes." "So, you're a god?" "Because my biological father is a god?" He chuckled bitterly. "My mom is an alpha wolf too you know?"

“Are they like… the elite?” “In a way,” my uncle said, nodding. “They carry a legacy of great power, much like your parents did. Your mother was an Intellect, a brilliant one at that, and your father had his own unique blend of abilities. You have the potential to follow in their footsteps if you choose.” I felt a surge of pride at the mention of my parents. They had always seemed larger than life in my memories, and the thought of being part of a lineage of powerful beings filled me with a sense of purpose. “So, you think I could become an Intellect?”

It was very rare anyways but my dad wanted to make sure. He had tricked my mom into believing he was light and by the time she found out I was already born. The God of fate gave my dad the path to take, to achieve greatness. He followed that path to a tee and Now he is the ruler of Gods but my mother is nowhere to be found. She's been missing for a long time and I can't locate her.

I looked at everyone for a response. “ That sounds like a great plan.” My mother commented and others followed suit. I always found it incredulous how whenever my mother spoke everyone listened. My mother had a power aura around her and she, like Katarina, was adored by many people. My father treated her like his queen, he always catered to her and gave her his undivided attention. That is why I am the way that I am with my angel. My parent’s demonstrated throughout their marriage the importance of sacrifice and unconditional love.

she asked without even bothering to filter her words in front of a kid. Angel wagged her head in response. She heaved out a deep sigh, wondering where they had been checking in. She perched on a chair across from Angel. Without knowing, she was already staring at the kid who was so busy munching down her food. She seemed so hungry that she wanted to think that the kid hadn't had dinner yet. Was she left alone in the suite? She shook her head inwardly. Sometimes, she could not understand God's way of choosing a parent to bear one's child. Those who are irresponsible and worthless as a parent are the ones who get to rear a child.

Gerald bit his lip to keep from laughing, took a deep breath, and opened the containers. “You didn’t have to go to the trouble.” Myriam met his gaze. “I only do this for people who matter to me.” His heart jolted at her words, his eyes brightening. “Do I matter to you?” he asked. “I thought you hated me.” He walked slowly toward her. Myriam shivered as he approached, stepping back. “You’re the father of my child,” she answered simply. “Ah, I should’ve known—that it was only for that,” he muttered, his smile fading.

I say to her, confused and lost. “I have given you a kernel of my power, power that was gifted to me from my father, the guardian of the forest known to many as the woodland god. I have also gifted you with your mate, she will be strong when you are not, she is the perfect woman for you and her presence is imminent if your going to win this war,”

I said to him. “Why were you glowing when you got mad and now you’re not?” DJ asked as he sat down. “DJ, You know that dad is more god than human, and you are a demi-god.” I said. “Yea, are you a demi-god?” He asked.

“I know there is a lot to do. This was always going to be the harder part. The daily grind. We will always be there for you. We don’t know how to be gods yet, or what our responsibilities will be, but we’ll always be there for you.” “How do we contact you?” Jude asked. “Pray,” Valerian said. Of course he could feel what they were and how it worked. Our parents smiled at him. “I didn’t even know that until you asked,” my mother laughed, and it felt like a blessing washing over all of us. “We are learning as we go. I also want you, my beloved children, to know that there is a portal to the realm of the gods at the peak of any mountain. Not that we’ve cleared it with the other gods who live the