Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

Albert—Valeria’s father—asks. He was supposed to be resting, not fully healed, but I guess he couldn’t resist. Or maybe he needed the distraction. Valeria told me she revealed her mother’s infidelity to him. “I am sure. It is my nephew. Astaroth’s son, only son,” Father says. “Who is?” I ask as I walk in. “The man in the golden plate who attacked,” Father says. “It is Astaroth’s son. Your cousin.” I’m shocked. “The one… dead?”

he added, and I stuck to my feet, wal father behind him with a smile on my face, uncertain of how I really intended to have the whole thing handled. “I'm blue, his majesty beta,” the man exclaimed while I corked a questioning brow at him. “Oh, not that of boss Alex, his lover’s father and I had I used to be friends, im his later father Beta, and it's time I retire now as well, but the boss needs to undergo certain times, rites and the likes; you should not be here in general; it's according to rules; no one else should be in while the first son and next in line to be boss father mourn." Blue explained to me while I bit nervously against my lips.

me with cobalt blue eyes filled with fear.Again, those eyes. And that hair... that's not a girl's hair, is it? That’s very much a boy haircut, shorter on the sides, the front longer and spiky, damp with sweat right now. It’s black… with a big white stripe on the right side.White hair is not common on anyone who isn't an albino. The Silvan family is not albino, but white hair has been characteristic of us for centuries. A strong gene the males pass down to other males.But it's not from birth, it matures as our wolves do.I had light blond hair up until I was about six, then it started turning white on the front. By nine, it was all of my head and that's the year I shifted for the first time."

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.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

"I'm not the son anymore. I'm the End of the Lineage." I froze, the Sovereign-Fang heavy in my hand as the Cannibal-Pack began to erupt from my own child's marrow, their emerald-crimson eyes igniting in the dark.

“So I will take everything from him.” I stared directly at my father. “And when the time comes, I will kill him myself.” “I am proud of you, Nikolai.” My entire body stiffened. “You have no idea how long I waited to see this version of you. This is the son I always wanted.” My jaw clenched. “Powerful, feared and untouchable. You became exactly what you were always meant to be.” “You’re wrong,” I said quietly. Vladimir laughed. “Am I?”

The grizzened generals were all gone but one who was standing behind him, Kong Bai, with a lanky son in tow, Kong Su. The son was no flower either as he had been trained by the same Master Guo. The scars of his time were visible on his face as he twitched around the twisting scars on his face. The skin that was supposed to cover his eye was missing and the tendons and soft tissues were stretched taunt against what had been burned and missing. When the boy was in closer company he would take off the white jade that had been carved as it's color was close to that of skin. Now that they were in the presence of soldiers it was back on, with a stoic grimace.

that Ren turns around which made the reporters break out of the train of thought. “Sir about his son did he visit his father?” “Where is his son now sir? Sir” “Sir, do you think that his son is related to his death?” “Sir! Sir!” “Now the cops will be investigating his son Watanabe Takeshi who is also one of the rising painting like his father” “Do you think this case will be turn out like father like so-” Takeshi removes the earphones from his ears backing up putting his phone inside his pocket.

Alarik grins and nods his head. "I know your parents well, you take after your father's looks and it appears you also inherited your mother's temptation, you will behave I hope for your sake," Alarik grins his fangs showing. Ryker nods his head at the lycan king, he didn't want any problems. "Meet my son Beowulf," Alarik smiled, bringing a large white-haired man with golden eyes in front of them. Ryker looked up at the large man and smiled, nodding his head in greeting. The large man looked down with glowing eyes and Ryker cursed to himself.