Whitebeard Son Novels & Stories

Leon scoffed coldly, finally pulling back his murderous aura. Looking at the scene, Ava and the others were dumbfounded. They could not believe their eyes. Jared was the second son of the Wests. He was someone incredibly notable, not even taking a step back in front of Jenson Wick at all, even managing to pull one over Jenson. Yet, after finding out who Leon was, Jared had actually broken an arm and knelt down to apologize. What was happening?

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 2) As I glanced at the man in front of me, I felt weak. As I recognized him, I clenched my teeth. I'm familiar with him. I once saw him at the palace with my father. He is... Alpha Ricci's son, the successor of the South White Pack, deserted their pack and vanished like a puff of smoke.

It looked like an incredible magical spell. “After my master died, I was fortunate enough to enter the Demigod with the aid of Nostro’s compass and became the Lord of the Red Tower. However, I’m the White family’s son-in-law today.” Jim flicked his fingers to dispel the formation, looking incredibly charming during the process.

Why did it have to be him? Dylan Ashbourne, The Alpha’s son. “I felt it.” I murmur. “You felt it too. I know you did” “I did.” “Then why are you looking at me like that?” Dylan turned his face away from me and towards the crowd we were slowly drawing in. When he looked back at me his expression had settled into something decided. “Don’t.” His jaw tightened. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be” “You’re going to reject me?” I could hear the pain I was feeling in my voice as the reality of my situation dawned on me.

the leader continued, calm once more, "we won’t just kill Rhydian. We’ll destroy everything he’s ever built." There was a pause. Then the third man grinned. “And what of the boy? Valen? I heard he is the son of Beta Draegon." "Ah," The leader smirked, "I actually forgot he has a son. Rhydian is so stupid. I will visit him for now so I can see Draegon's son. If Rhydian is using him as his right-hand man, it would only mean two things. Number one is to look for a personal toy to satisfy his dick. The second one is because the boy possesses something tangible." The leader chuckled dryly.

"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?"

The white-robed man’s actions stirred up a commotion. “Why is the Valiant Alliance picking a fight with Forty-nine?” “He’s the son of Thorqua Jager, the Valiant Alliance’s Leader.” “I heard Thorqua has nine very talented sons.” “That’s Thorqua’s eldest son. He is pretty average and has only reached the Great Celestial Rank.”

“I really don’t know it would turn out like this. Father, you have to deal with the guy who broke my arm!” Alvis still wanted revenge against Kaze because he was unaware of Kaze’s real identity. “What? Who is that person?” Eobard could not believe his son could be so arrogant after losing an arm. If he had not heard it from Edmund in person earlier, he would never have believed his son would mess with the chief.

He didn't do anything to Zhou Tian, but Songdao Youmeiwas caught by Zhou Tian. Now that he was beaten so badly by Zhou Tian, Nobuo Matsushima was a little hopeless. "Do you know who my future son-in-law is? It's Tamao Takeda! Do you know who Tamao Takeda is? He's the eldest son-in-law of the Waveman Group! How dare you treat me like this? You're dead! Zhou Tian, you're dead..." Nobuo Matsushima fell down like a resentful woman, threatening Zhou Tian from time to time.

He fakes a whine, pretending he is hurt. "You are happy now?" I give my son a wink for our victory and he jumps happily, sticking his tongue out at Eren. "That's not fair," Eren hangs his lower lip like a sad puppy, rubbing the place where I hit him. "Two vs one." Our son giggles, pumping his fist into the air. Eren's face then changes into a more serious one and he wiggles his eyebrows, signaling me to tell our son about the name. I give him a nod and take in a breath, hoping the idea in my mind will work.