Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

A voice in his head screamed, "You are not Eason Foster's son! You are not the chosen one! You are not a high-born boy... That creep Nathan White is your real father! There's evil blood flowing in your veins; that's why you are cruel, cold, and vicious! It won't end well for you! Even if you change now, you are still going to have to pay for your father's sins! He will drag you down to hell, and you will stay alongside him for all eternity!"

“That person belongs to the Tsuchimikado family. He was an exchange student from Kyoto University. “His name is Abe Masato. “Not only is he currently the brightest new star of the Island Nations’ political field and the youngest advisor there is, but it’s said that he’s also one of the most outstanding onmyojis of his family. “Incantations, Yin-Yang techniques, and advents are not difficult to him. “More importantly, he has good relations with Blaine John. I suspect that he’s deeply involved with Evermore. “He’s probably the middleman between Evermore and the Tsuchimikado family… “Well? Are you going to beg now?” Kairi raised Harvey’s chin with her finger. Harvey heaved a sigh. “Please, let

And Equx is no more, All we have to do now is find this God Tyber Son of Jalab, brother of Davin and end this war once and for all. I stand at the deck as I watch the fragments of the planet in front of me, I can feel the power in my veins, My eyes glow green as I run my hand down my arm I can feel the raised scales on my arm. Halturian looks down at my arm, and his eyes go wide as he says. "Well I'll be damed, who was your father, Beven?." I look down at my arm, scratching the shiny green scales as I turn to the King and ask.

I was- Oh. “I...am a hybrid, am I not?” I whispered. The words grated in my ears as I realised that. My father immediately shook his head. But his eyes didn’t lie. His eyes confirmed my suspicion. He was in front of me in seconds. His gaze flitted to the bodies behind me before settling on my face. He grasped my shoulder firmly and said, “You are a pureblood. You are my son. Am I clear? And this?” he glanced at the corpses again. “This isn't your doing.”

Mom’s face twisted with heartbreak, and she turned away like she couldn’t bear to watch. Only after Dad paid me compensation did I agree to sign the statement asking for leniency. Mom glared at me while holding Howard protectively in her arms. “From now on, I’ll pretend I never had a son like you.” I looked at her and smiled. “Ma’am, did you forget? I was never your son in the first place.”

“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.

Andrius saw this and shook his head, muttering, “Flashy, but full of flaws.” His voice was soft, but Sierra Timber heard him. She stopped and asked, “Who are you? Do you have great spear skills? What gives you the right to say that my spear technique is flashy and full of flaws?” Andrius chuckled. “Why don’t I have the right to say that?” Sierra said proudly, “Because my master is Hugh Wimbleton!” Hugh Wimbleton... Andrius remembered the son of the former Southern Warzone Lord, Dax Wimbleton’s son, Hugh, who had once been his disciple.

"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

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

Philip smiled and said with a shrug, “Cora, your action of subduing Parkson has made the white tiger royal family very angry.” Cora, who was watching the excitement, could not help but be startled upon hearing this and looked at Philip in bafflement. “Why are they angry? I didn’t subdue them.” Before Philip could reply, the man in white armor spoke with murderous intent in his eyes, “The White family is the divine beast family of the white tiger royal family. When their children grow up, they’re destined to sign a contract with the most powerful person in our family and become a divine beast companion.”