Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

“No way I'm great, father...” “Not yet, my son,” he smiled, “but you will... and hope that time, you realize the white in your darkness. The white... that will open your eyes to the secret of the neverseen...” His father is slumber, but the bloody-robe man don't know where exactly! This father of him gone... just after he found the white of his darkness, and only after he lost it to the withering place...

“Yes, it’s me. Rhydan. The Son of Thorne. Leader of the Pale Fang. And the true master of the Scentless Killers.” He tilted his head. “I’m sure you remember that last one well… since you chose me.” Laughter echoed through the hall like bells from the grave. My heart pounded, my mind reeling. No. No, this makes no sense. How is Rhydan Thorne’s son? Lunessa's cousin? Before I could process it, before I could demand answers or unleash fury, my knees buckled. The weight, the heat, the black magic, it all came crashing down. My sword clattered to the floor. And everything went black.

He indulged what he considered his own son, Yohan, and introduced him to his associates as his son. Because half of his face was already damaged, he always wore a half mask to hide his scars from other people. He introduced Zion Yohan Warren to his organization's members as his son named Revas Meritt, who would be his heir to all his assets. When Beaumont felt that he was close to death, he called for Yohan, now known as Revas, and talked to him. "D-Dad, can I handle running all our businesses if you're gone? I don't think I can," Yohan said while looking at the old man.

He needs answers and all he needs right now from his son is the truth and nothing more. A lot of cops from his precinct do not believe a bear will leave the woods to attack a birthday party some miles away from the woods. Something is going on ever since his wife died and his son attacked and that same thing has followed his son home. He recalled his son once told him about werewolves but he dismissed the incident and told his son werewolves aren’t real. Detective White fixes his gaze on his son. He finally breaks the silence, saying, “Tell me son, was it werewolves that attacked your friends?”

The hybrids smell wafted onto their nose and made their noses twitch. They looked at the messed up werewolves and the group of hunters and hybrids with dismay. Finally, their eyes gaze upon the person at the back who was enjoying the show. Kesatria Beowulf's eyes bulge out when he saw his son kneeling at Carissa's feet. "Son! What are you doing? Come back here!" he ordered anxiously. Iwan and Vinus exchanged looks and Iwan let out a laugh, "Ha, ha, ha! I was wondering who was kneeling over there so pitifully. Apparently, it was someone's son."

What if he was a brute like Ambrose? "So, what's his son's name?" I asked as I couldn't contain my curiosity. "Ambrose Vikander," my father dropped the nuclear bomb and waited for my reaction.

The white-robed man’s actions stirred up a commotion. “Why is the Valiant Alliance picking a fight with Forty-nine?” “He’s the son of Thorqua Jager, the Valiant Alliance’s Leader.” “I heard Thorqua has nine very talented sons.” “That’s Thorqua’s eldest son. He is pretty average and has only reached the Great Celestial Rank.”

Phosphorus took a step forward. Nereus could not stop his energy from longing to hold his now mature son. He looked at him with measuring eyes. He was quickly emotional because of the reunion. His son that was a baby but a month ago was now a fully matured immortal being that stood proudly in front of him. He had his white hair, but the eyes that meant that he was a much more powerful being than his father would ever be, and he had the air of the rival that Nereus respected so much.

As soon as he saw his father sitting on a chair, he bawled as he rushed over, sobbing over his lap, "Dad, someone just messed up our bar and beat me up!" Seeing him bawling, Frank could understand why Baldie was such good friends with Brody—neither of them had brains. "What?!" Blackfive exclaimed in shock. "They beat you up on my turf?! They're dead now!" Death aura spilled from his body—he was a martial artist too, though just Birthright rank. Baldie then pointed at Frank. "That's him! He did it! You have to beat him up, Dad!" Turning toward Frank where Baldie was pointing, Blackfive was left perplexed for a moment before bellowing in fury. "Amazing! Messing up my bar and beating up my son?

He'll fight for you and go to war for you and others who are innocent and need it. He will fill my shoes and more. He will be better than me and better than his grandfather,” Reid said, his eyes going to Thaddeus, and he struggles to keep his eyes dry when he sees tears in his father's eyes. Thaddeus looks just as proud today as he was the day he took his place. “He will be a better Alpha and a stronger Alpha King. Midnight Moon pack, I give you my son, Grayson Thaddeus Anderson!” Reid said, swaying his hand out toward the back of the stage where his son stood.