Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

Warren prepared himself for a retaliation, but to his surprise Mr White was completely calm and composed. He ordered his bodyguards to lower their weapons and then he asked Warren to accompany him inside the mansion. Warren couldn't understand why Mr White acted as if nothing was wrong. His son died and that's how he reacted! There must be something wrong with him. The inside of the mansion was even more outrageous. Everything looked fit for a king. However, Warren didn't have enough time to enjoy the scene.

They looked to Mula, but he shook his head, leaving them disappointed. After a few minutes, Beemo's son Blumo walked into the room flanked by two guards. He was in bad shape, with small cuts scars on his body and his hair glowing back after being cut off. Beemo disappeared from his seat and appeared in front of his son. He grappled the young man's shoulder with tears in his eyes, "your father is a failure, your father is weak. I can't protect you from this. I'm sorry."

I answer him and his eyebrows. “The Cartel? Are they trying to wage war?” “I would assume so. They think I have gone soft with a wife and children. We need to prove them wrong.” A sinister smile crosses my son’s face, one I know very well. Bloodlust. “Will I be trained to take part, pappa?” He asks, basically bouncing off the walls and causing me to chuckle. “I would not have it any other way, zver’.” I reply, calling him by his nickname received this past summer. Beast.

Who does that? "This couldn't be my cross to carry, my dear son." He made another quick call and his son came through the line. "Dad, what's up? Why are you calling, we just left yesterday." "I want you to get your sorry ass here back to GreyWave. Luke found out about his identity and his misbehaving. Come keep your son under control." Senior Bleak did not give his son the chance to reply to him and he hung up the call on him. "Honey, who was that?"

He turned to the son. He bowed his head. "Commander," Kaelen said. "Awaiting orders." I scrambled back, hitting the railing. "What did you do to him?" I screamed at my son. The son stood up. He looked at his father—his creation. "I removed the weakness," the son said. "I removed the humanity." He smiled. It was a cold, beautiful smile. "He won't hurt now, Mother. He won't feel pain. He is perfect." The son walked to the sealed blast doors.

" It's fine. Everything will be fi-ne dad! Just come back! Ok-ay!" The beast form shakes his head. Those eyes again flickering. " Misaki is very strong Son...I...I can't control it ! He..h-e is coming bac-k!" " No...sh-it Agghhh! I can't stop! Hurry up! Kill me before he comes back ! Please!" " But-" " Do it Mateo! For everyone! For our kinds future! Hurry up! Please!" " But h-ow Dad." " He-re ta-ke thi-s knife! Root it in my heart! Hu-rry!"

"Will never find you." "You see those guys over there...they said, they want to taste you." I stilled, blinking to see they other guys he talked about smiling. "They're going to take turn in fucking that spirit out of you, till you know who you're fucking talking to. Matteo Gouiri." He chuckled and stood up. Matteo Gouiri? The son of the man that had come up the stage? "Your father is the leader of the Bane, right?" I asked.

They were excited about nothing. "Father!" a handsome 20-something man with chiseled features shouted. He was Cranos' only son, Skylar Blanc. Ever since he was a child, Skylar had always been brilliant. He was a rare genius in cultivation. He surpassed the Martial Emperor level when he was only 15 years old, and his power had grown even more unfathomable. There was no doubt that, if it were not for the Blanc family's ancestral rule of not venturing out into the world, Skylar would have turned the world of cultivators upside down.

It might be my mage powers growing but I will ask my dad about it. I hadn't heard much about his dad as I did his mom. I was curious. "Where is your Dad?" "Not far from here. He was the Dragon Lord before he became the King of the Amyssian Empire. Red Dragons are stronger than normal Dragons so they are always trained as Dragon Lords." "So you are the Son of a Dragon Lord?"