Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

He was wrong, for my brother had been secretly training to kill him all this time. I look at my father’s body, still expecting Kenji to have healed him by now, but I know this is not the case. If it were any other knife, any other blade or hilt, then Kenji would have been able to heal them both. But this particular obsidian blade was forged by a blacksmith whose art is primarily the destruction of Eastern tailed spirits and beasts. After this, Kenji won’t return, and my father will be sent to atone for his sins.

The young woman asked bowing before the woman on white as Her face glowed brightly and they started walking towards the direction of the mountains while the rest bowed before her auras continuously. " You know My Son is now vibrant and he needs to know who he really is, He only knows his father and not me " The woman on white said. " It is such A pity that I have not even set me Eyes on my handsome son Becky, I named him Martinez before my disappearance and they thought the Lycans were all poisoned not knowing that it was just a clone of us all " The woman smirked.

"That's great! Who is he? Does he know what he's doing?" "He said his name is Dalton Reeves. He claims he's got it completely under control! But…" "But what?" Randall asked. "But he says the kid is completely hysterical. She's crying out for her dad. On top of that, the Belorian Tiger is starting to get agitated. "Your son, Tristan, is the only one who knows how to handle these apex predators. We need him to calm it down and secure the perimeter so the rescue team can get her out safely."

“And I’m going to keep to my side of the bargain. That’s why I called you.” “Don’t tell me you want my blood again,” Ghost grunted. “I’m not bringing any more werewolves back to life. My brother is enough trouble already.” “This one is coming to help us,” Calisté said trying to convince him. “Remember Tae Kong? The Beta who fought alongside your half brother, Dan at the battle front. This is his son, Jimin.” “Honestly Calisté, I don’t expect this from you,” Ghost grunted. “You’ve been around for the past hundred years just like me. Do you remember every single detail. Do you remember who and who is who’s son and daughter?”

That was when the space in front of Douglas began to bend and it slowly turned into a light screen. A figure was standing inside it. "What's wrong, Douglas? What's making you so bad?" The figure stared at the ground full of broken items but the voice was calm as it spoke from the light screen. "Dad, that b*astard, Chase Collins is back!" Douglas did not dare to hide anything from the man in front of him. He was not only his father, he was also the patriarch of the Webers, the White Tiger of the White Tiger Army. He had surpassed the level of martial lord.

All eyes had already turned to the groom. Jason Brooks. Or so the world thought. Tall. Composed. A slight bow of his head. The tuxedo tailored to military perfection. The press gallery, huddled behind gold-roped stanchions, leaned in harder. Whispers erupted. “Wait… is that him?” “No. It can’t be…” “But the face; he looks exactly like…” “Didn’t he die four years ago?” “You mean Judah Carlstone?” “No, no, not that. I mean Aika’s son, the one connected to the Japanese royals!”

Nevertheless, despite being faced with so many powerhouses, there was not a single trace of fear on Lucas's face. This was because he still had the chance to use Hundred Heavenly Steps. If he could not defeat them, he could still flee. "Are you talking about White Doll?" Lucas asked calmly. "Not bad!" White Hill stared at Lucas. Lucas smiled. "Your son has been turned into a zombie." What?! When White Hill heard that, his eyes turned red. "Kid, I want you to pay for my child's life with yours!" The moment he said that, White Hill began getting ready to make his move.

Unknown POV “I don’t care what you do with that pup. Just lure him into the grasp of you hands without anyone noticing. Suspicions about manipulating the future Alpha King would bring nothing but disaster on our plans. Bear that in mind, my son!” The one called son was a young lad, not exceeding eighteen years of age. His crow-black hair was cut clean and neat which matches his squared-jaw face. His athletic built figure was a towering six-feet inches and a half. Although he has soft and drowsy-looking eyes, the devilish smirk plastered on his sun-burned face was illuminating a somewhat devilish sight.

“My apologies Princess. Didn’t mean to knock over royalty.” I blinked at him, my mind still catching up. “It’s… fine.” He chuckled softly, eyes glinting with mischief. “Good. Wouldn’t want to start a war with you on your first day.” With that, he turned, tucking his hands in his pockets as he walked away, completely unbothered by the crowd still staring. I stood there, frozen, watching him disappear into the hallway. “He’s the son of Grayfang ,the closest elder to the moon goddess.”Sylvara whispered.

A flicker of fire finally ignited in my father's eyes. "Now that is the heir of Astoria," he nodded slowly. "But we cannot strike directly. That would cause unnecessary complications. You need an ally. An ally who can help you plunge the knife into the heart of the Blackwoods." "Who?" "Marcus Whitehawk." The name was like a long-forgotten needle, pricking my memory. The man who had once stood by my side, the one I had left behind. "He has been waiting for you," my father said. "The moment you ask, the Whitehawk Corporation will become your sharpest blade."