Whitebeard's Son Novels & Stories

These three people were despised by the Japanese martial arts world, but their martial arts realms were so high that no one could do anything to them. Therefore, they had been running amok until now. The eldest son was Chongye Shiyi, the second son was Shi Nan from the Wood Village, and the third son was Nomura Noelle. The wolf looked at Meihezi up and down with its six eyes. Mieko, who was dressed in clothes, felt as if she was stripped naked in front of them.

Jeremy doted on Jaiden, his son, very much. It was because Jaiden was his sole son and offspring. Thanks to his cultivation, Jeremy lost his potency after having his son, Jaiden. Moreover, this effect was permanent, and even if he was already at demigod level, he had no way to restore that aspect to its original state. Once they received the order, the top echelons of the Returning Sword Sect left. The Supreme Elder, Ash, said, “You are allowed to use the Immortal-slaying Ship of the sect.”

Leonardo enquired "Turns out Armando had a son who was out of the country and with his father's death, he came in and assumed his father's position, I heard he went to a military school outside the country so he's very strong and strategic and his main goal right now is to avenge his father's death, I'd advise you to be careful Sir, his name is Fabio Armando and he will stop at nothing to kill you and avenge the death of his father" Jason said "Seems like I got myself an enemy" Leonardo huffed

"F*ck Father, you knew this was going to happen right?? Then why the f**k did you have me return to the underworld?? This is you indirectly murdering your own son." I had sent out everyone including his girlfriend, Rosario. "You need to be strong now. You are blessed with so many potentials. You were trained by your father, the greatest swordsman in the whole of the East and Western territories. It's time to return to who really you are if you want to sit on that throne!!" I grabbed his palms, locking them in mind, trying to give him that extra push. "I'm no longer interested in that god-damned throne. That throne is a death mission right now. Come on father, think about what we stand to los

The red-headed boy stood awkwardly next to his brother. “Lord Fort,” Bernard said, with a faint smile as he headed to greet him. “It’s been a long time. I hope you have been doing well.” “Lord Bernard,” Fort said, shaking hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you once again.” “That must be Noah,” he added, glancing at Noah. “Greetings, My Lord,” Noah introduced. “I’m Noah Hiraeth.” Everett Fort chuckled deeply and turned to gesture at the boys next to him. “These are my sons,” he said. “Oswald, my eldest and my Knight’s Commandor. Merrick, he is just your age if my memory serves me right.”

"And who do you think you are to exchange words with him?" His satirical demeanor changed and he got up and advanced towards Gradel who clenched his fists ready for a fight. The scary part was that if a fight broke out, it would transcend into a war that none of us were prepared for and lives would be lost. And then he answered, "Well, I am the only surviving son of Damien Dai whom your father killed to take his place,"

Taking in the ornate crown and dark clothing, Njord was unimpressed. “You have caused this,” he stated, fury radiating off him in waves. Even the berserkers knew to stay away from him when he was in such a mood. “I didn’t know,” was all he muttered, over and over again. What Njord assumed was the dead body of his son and heir was propped up against the smaller throne, the place Beyla might have sat. “See to your Prince,” he ordered the milling men-at-arms. “And release the redbeard. Given that he is a family man, I doubt he will run. Answering for his crime will have to wait.”

If they lived too long, they might become obstacles to their master's path, so there was no harm in eliminating half of them without the gods of this realm knowing. "That's good, I'll follow your will!" ... BOOOOOMMM.... "Uhuk... Uhuk...! What the hell is this? Grandpa, are you trying to kill me?" asked a young man who seemed to have been hit hard by the attack of the middle-aged man with a white beard. The man with the white beard looked very happy to see his grandson. How could he not be? His son had reached an extraordinary level at such a young age. Even he himself was not that strong at the age his grandson was now.

"I'm the son of Dahok Ocean, chief of Sage Lake Sect. You can call me Maron." Then, rubbing his brow, he sighed. "Oh, Frank… I don't know how you killed Bocek and Quinn, but you've really done it now. Did you think that the Sage Lake Sect wouldn't come after that?"

“It should have been you though.” “What?” both her and Mitsuhide asked. “You would have been the one. It was the next Akechi in the line would be given my daughter. That would have been you. Celia’s next son,” her father answered. “Next son?” Mitsuhide said. “I am an only child.” “No, you aren’t. You have two older brother’s and a sister,” her father stated. “My wife’s nephew was given your sister right before Kit was born.”