Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

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.

As we move, Wasp is too busy whining about how done he is with the job, but at least he doesn't question me. Daytime is a new level of misery next to this guy. "About?" He jumps in front of me. Wasp is an interesting specimen. He's shorter than any vampire I've met, and his complexion reminds me more of a goblin than a beautiful, graceful immortal. Perhaps that's one of the reasons why I enjoy working with my brother so much. Octavius is a prime example of an ancient vampire- perfect in every sense of the word.

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."

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.