Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

"Well, the only passive glow I have is called 'Son of Lightning'. Since it is a passive skill, I can safely conclude that it is one passed down directly from my father or mother to me" Abelard nodded his head after finally calming down. Even for him, having victory snatched away from his eager hands when he was so close, was very hard to swallow. For someone who had set Mane as a goal, this blow came harder to him than it did anyone else. Unlike John and Jake who saw Mane as an elder brother, Abe viewed him as a rival. That made the proceedings of the past few minutes difficult to accept.

Moreover, there is no damage to the appearance. "Why can't it be me?" Tadhg Walter smiled, saw more than twenty blue-haired zombies chasing after him, couldn't help but frown, his face fell, and said, "Didn't you say this is the territory of white-haired zombies, why do so many come here? blue hair like that?" In the past, he was tricked by the Primordial Spirit in the Forbidden Soul Bead once, now his legs can't move, he is very angry in his heart, if these two also deceive him, he does not mind Blood Instructor Cadell Brian with Ghost Scene Female General.

"No way! There's no way this idiot is my son. Melanie, do you think I'd fall for some random fool you pulled out of nowhere?" I didn't bother arguing. Instead, I walked straight over to the young man and rolled up his sleeve. A red birthmark showed clearly on his small wrist. "Familiar, isn't it?" I asked Helen. Her face turned pale, and she swayed unsteadily. Joe looked crushed. "Melanie, you're really heartless! You can choose not to raise him, but you can't just abuse him! He was perfectly healthy when he was born. Why would he become like this?"

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.

His unruly black hair framed his heart-shaped face, accentuating those piercing orbs that seemed to hold a world of wonder within. As he explored the Ashwood grounds, his lean physique belied a boundless energy, always ready to propel him into the next adventure. The olive-toned skin, a harmonious blend of his parents' complexions, glowed with an inner light, reflecting his vibrant personality. "Adam, my boy!" Sebastian called out, watching his son with a mixture of pride and nostalgia. Adam turned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Father, look! I found another Nightbloom!" He held up a delicate flower, its petals shimmering like moonlight.

Ereb raised his eyebrows in surprise, shook his head and put down the papers, as if not believing what he had heard. “Wounded or killed?” he asked coldly. Chaos lowered his head even lower, and his neck ached unpleasantly. “Where’s he?” “In my room.” Ereb got up from the table and, swimming up to his son, whispered: “Lead the way.” He didn't even swim inside. He looked at the corpse of his eldest son, looked around and, stroking the scales over the wound, said:

Then there became an endless battle between Paltiti against all Kingdoms in Wolftopia. During the war period, Armadale Brownfur was granted by the goddess three beautiful sons, who were born one year after another. He named his sons Edgar, Edmund and Ethan Brownfur. When his sons had matured enough to learn magic, Armadale planned to teach all of his sons the way of black magic, however, his youngest, Ethan Brownfur, refused his offer. He saw what happened to omega who aligned with black art, they became heartless and Ethan refused to have the same fate. Thus he insisted to align with elemental magic instead.

"That's impossible. Just look at how he's dressed. Besides, the monsters from the Hermit Sect are bound by rules that forbid them from leaving the sect as they please. They aren't allowed to interfere with the affairs of society either." "Where did this guy come from then? He defeated Lucas with one move! His skills must be at least at the advanced Martial Sovereign level, right? He even looks younger than Lucas!" "I'm not sure but just nowm Sir Anson did say that he is the Lakeworths' abandoned son…" "Abandoned son? How can that be? Why would the Lakeworths give up such a talent?" "I'm not sure about that. If it's true, then the Lakeworths are really losing out!"

Tears started streaming down from his eyes like flowing water. He was shivering in anger while gritting his teeth at the same time. A few minutes later, he looked at Guang Mo and ask coldly. “Who killed my son?”. “I-it was a monster, a big and monstrous Violent Fenrir, by the force it exude.. it.. it must be a Triple S rank magical beast!”

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 2) As I glanced at the man in front of me, I felt weak. As I recognized him, I clenched my teeth. I'm familiar with him. I once saw him at the palace with my father. He is... Alpha Ricci's son, the successor of the South White Pack, deserted their pack and vanished like a puff of smoke.