Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

Mario was about to say something to Josh, but he didn't finish his sentence, as Giovanni cut him off. "Mario, enough. You will not disrespect your cousin in front of me," Giovanni declared firmly. Mario shot a venomous glare at Josh, his gaze laden with hatred as he reluctantly backed down. Josh struggled to understand the enigma of Mario's hostility and the impending revelation about his father. It became increasingly clear that his father, whom he had never met and didn't even know if he was still alive, harbored unresolved issues within the family, fueling Mario's evident disdain.

“However, every Admiralporium member remained silent and disregarded his request. “When Mr. Hamilton Sr. learned that the man had such a powerful influence that not even the Admiralporium could take action on him, he was so furious that he destroyed the door of the Admiralporium’s headquarters. “Admiralporium was conscious of its own mistake and did not try to pick a fight with him. From then on, Mr. Hamilton Sr. returned to Northspring and devoted his attention to training. “Afterward, he became the universally-known Heavenly Sword, and his battle against Tre-strike also allowed his reputation to soar to its peak. “Ever since the incident, Mr. Hamilton Sr. refused to be affiliated with the

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.

"What mission is it father?" "You have to go to the dark forest and look for the white oracles's cove. You have to hurry before the chosen one gets there first. Kill all the white oracles that you will see. Burn their cove if it's necessary, just don't let those pests pester us in the future," he told Zion. "I will kill those white oracles for you father," Zion promised him with a smirk. "That's my son HAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Let's go my prince," Amira said seductively as she clung to Prince Zion's shoulders.

he looked into my eyes and some sort of weak smile spread across his lips, “you’re a Blackthorn, my son…the purest there ever was.” I couldn’t hold back the tears that ran down my cheeks. I sniffled and squeezed my eyes shut, but what I realised when I looked at him again was that I still hadn’t failed my father, in the sense that he had never seen me cry. His eyes were wide open, but he wasn’t blinking anymore. I swallowed hard, my heartbeat surged instantly, palpitating through my chest as I placed my ear on his chest. There was no heartbeat. I froze. Unable to believe the sight before me. My father was gone. The great Sabeleon Blackthorn who was once rumoured to be immortal had succumbed

“I’m sorry.” “So, are you going to open one of those portals back to the castle?” He wondered. “I could use a drink.” “I used up all my spell components turning the sand to glass in order to trap the monster. If I can find replacements, I’ll open one. Otherwise we’ll boat back.” “Sorry about your skeletons.” I flicked him a look. “There’s always plenty of dead bodies to make more from.” The bearded man’s son came out, looking pale. “They’re took off his arm,” he said, and then vomited.

As he talked, he knelt down and rubbed the blade of his sword across the body of a dead rogue to clean off the blood. Then he continued to move forward in the west direction, "Ryley! Ryley!" As he called out a name repeatedly. “This guy,” With a slight groan, he vaulted over the fallen tree and stepped on the other side as he searched for Ryley, his son. His front fall of charcoal black hair enhanced his good looks. "Yes, dad!" He received a reply before a young guy with identical stunning cinnamon eyes and similar features sprang out of the bushes to his front, carrying a sword in one hand and some wolfsbane in another hand that was protected with a glove.

His eyes went huge, fingers trembling as he took it from him. Logan clapped a hand on his shoulder, his voice carrying loud and clear over the fire. "Here's the final test, Little J. You want in? You want to prove you are one of us? Then kill that Alpha. Put a bullet through his fucking skull and show us you have got the balls to cut ties with the old world. Do it, and you are family for life." The words echoed in my skull like gunshots. I was more than sure that I didn't want to hear actual gunshots. Because this jerk was asking my twenty-year-old son to murder his own biological father. Although Jacob didn't know that.

He growled, his eyes warning me to thread lightly. “Exactly Father, I am your son. Justin Blackwood, your heir, and I have come to terms that my father is the only enemy I have. And I will defeat you father, I will make sure of it.” He laughed, his laughter mocking me. “You want to defeat me?” He shook his head, looking entertained by my words, “fine, go ahead and try. But don’t you dare forget the deal we had.” “I won’t. Unlike you, I do not go back on my words.” I spat out hatefully, he nods his head… then left.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."