Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

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."

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

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 is the son of Eng Be Thin, the # 2 drug kingpin in the Hongkong triad, whom you squashed 15 years ago. Ahhh, I see...I remembered him. I put a bullet in his right leg. I was distracted at that time. I was eyeing his heart, but there was this little boy who ran to him. I think he was his son. Do you think they are here in San Francisco and that the perpetrator was his son? Then Ari's phone rang... Gentlemen, I have to get this. By all means, Det Miguel responded. Gen Cruz... speak! That boy was Eng Be Thin's son. Don't be alarmed, General. You mentored him five years ago. He wanted to go to West Point Academy in Virginia.

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.

Devastated. The pain unbearable. When he feels warm air fan his face and he looks up surprised to find Misaki on top of him. Ready to kill him. He stares at the beasts red eyes, in hopes of seeing his father somewhere. But nothing. No traces of him. The power of this beast has taken over completely. " D-ad" He still tries looking into the beasts deadly eyes. And the beast growls, leaning closer. " Loo-k at me Dad. I ..am y-our So-n. Your Mat-eo!"

“We didn’t know before, but don’t forget, our Luna Becky originates from our Grim Reaper’s Palace. The Warlord is famous for cherishing his Luna, so why wouldn’t he care about her homeland?” “Oh? Is there such a thing?” “That’s right! Our Luna Becky has now given birth to a son for the Warlord, his status is extraordinary ...” “If that’s the case, even the most hard person to deal with has a way to handle it.” Hearing someone say this, the two minor demons who were conversing stiffened and turned their heads, seeing Alpha Levi with silver hair standing behind them. He arrogantly glanced at them. “Consider your work done for me.”

"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.