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.”

Growling like he’s wants to eat his own disciple. “F-Forgive m-me, m-my L-Lord.” Captain Black Beard peeked inside which caused his sudden resignation to his disciple. “Daemon, the one and only son of Prince Tubigo, son of the Great King of Rainforest Biome and The Water Nation.” One step at a time into Lord Daemon’s room Captain Black Beard did. “And now, they call you the–” “Lord, Lord Daemon, God of all Cannibal Fire Eater.” Lord Daemon slowly approached the place where Captain Black Beard is standing.

“But what about everything before that? You encouraged people to bully me. You had them hurt me. You even tried to drug me. That’s assault, Howard. And I already submitted the evidence.” I glanced past him. “Look. The police are here.” Dad panicked and reached for me, begging me to sign another statement asking for leniency. “Caleb, Howard is still your brother. If he goes to jail, it won’t sound good for you either, right?” “Brother?” I tilted my head and smiled. “Didn’t you say I was the fake son?” “That was just a joke between us,” Dad said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he forced a smile.

"Something is inside him now, Nyla." I drew my son closer. "I'm not interested. We'll make it right. My son glanced at me. "What if I turn into something negative?" I took his face in mine. "I'll still be with you then. I refuse to go. In a whisper, the Harbinger said, "You might not have an option." The wind suddenly blasted through the shattered temple with great force. The fire was extinguished. The earth shuddered. And for a brief moment, my son's eyes shone dazzling gold.

Mo Hu asked, furrowing his brow as he stared at the white-haired man. “She’ll be here shortly! But before she arrives, we must deal with those within this formation, so go with my men far from this place!” explained the white-haired man as he tossed a white token—which also belonged to his mother. Seeing the token, Mo Hu understood and retreated from the arena alongside one of the white-haired man’s men. The elders exchanged glances; they then nodded and advanced toward the white-haired man without saying a word. Swish… “Ghost Sword, Cut the Sea!” One of the highest-ranking elders, wielding a sword, slashed toward the group of men.

"No way! There's no way this idiot is my son. Melanie, do you think I'd fall for some random fool you pulled out of nowhere?" I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I walked straight over to the young man and rolled up his sleeve. A red birthmark showed clearly on his small wrist. "Familiar, isn't it?" I asked Helen. Her face turned pale, and she swayed unsteadily. Joe looked crushed. "Melanie, you're really heartless! You can choose not to raise him, but you can't just abuse him! He was perfectly healthy when he was born. Why would he become like this?"

"The man I call father believed the child carried something ancient." He hadn't understood it then. Now... It finally made sense. "He later died protecting Noah." The Prophet closed his eyes briefly. "Yes." "He paid for that decision with his life." Noah looked confused. "The old man with the white beard?" The Prophet nodded. "The one who used to carve little birds for you." A faint smile appeared on Noah's face. "He smelled like cedar." Grayson's chest tightened. "You remember him?" "I remember pieces." The little boy looked down.