Whitebeards Son Novels & Stories

Cecilia POV I recognized him immediately. It was Jordan, the son of Norman's Beta. Only a few days earlier, he had clashed with the royal special forces outside the manor. His skin was sun-kissed, his black hair cropped close to the scalp, and his build even more formidable than his father's—likely a gift from his warrior mother. "What exactly is she going to teach us? How to dance, or perhaps prepare a delightful meal?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with derision.

“Commander Benmore, what is the meaning of this? This fellow killed my son. I’m avenging him. Why are you getting involved?” “Why don’t you ask him why he managed to kill your son?” Jade asked in return. “Why should I ask him that?! My son died,thrust not some random cat or dog. Step out of the way right now. This has nothing to do with you!” Colton shouted angrily. “It certainly does. He is my disciple!” Jade exclaimed.

As Tyber scans his surroundings, he makes a conscious effort to avoid establishing direct eye contact with me, fearing that I may be able to see what his hidden secrets lie behind his crystal blue eyes. Beard is the oldest of the five of us, followed by myself, Jaja, Tyber, and Nova. His place should be where I am. His fat ass should be warming the throne. Not me. I never wanted it. I still don't. Responsibility, commitment, and dedication have never been my strong suits. Yet here I stand, steadfastly holding on to power and fiercely defending our species without any choice. Unfortunately, Beard forfeited that privilege and his honor many earla years ago when he battled another Kindred warri

It was quiet for a moment. Then, the man burst into shrill, deranged laughter. “What a joke! You’re the son of the owners of this place? If you are, then I’m the king of the world!” The man laughed so hard that he was shaking all over. He pointed a finger at me and said, “Listen, punk, you shouldn’t mess around so much. Although I’ve never met the guy, Professor Corleone told me her son is a king among men. He’s studying abroad! He doesn’t wear no-name trash like you! I’ve met a lot of your kind. You think you can pretend to be rich and powerful just because you’re not as good as others. Do you really think that will get you anywhere?”

"The research on bloodline-linked conditions is clear, Lila. Paternal proximity accelerates recovery. Socialization is good support. It's not a replacement." She said it gently, but the words landed the way they always did. Find his father. The man who hadn't wanted us. The man whose face I barely remembered. "I'm working on it," I said. She signed the clearance form and handed it over. "He's a sweet boy. He'll do well." Luca held my hand as we left. His stuffed wolf poked from the crook of his other arm. When we passed a display case with a model wolf skeleton, he stopped to stare. I gave him ten seconds, then pulled him forward.

‘My name is Savannah and I am Luna of White Stone Pack, the man with me was my beta’ his eyes widened and he gave me an odd stare as if I have grown something on my head. ‘Look, it may sound weird to you, but I have a ten year old son as well’ he raised his hand to stop me. ‘Wait, let me repeat it, you are Luna and have a son, means you already have a mate, than how we could be mates’ I gulped down the tears ready to spill.

Her tone was slightly reproachful as she said, "Don't get so worked up. I've told you, it's bad for your health." Louis patted her hand affectionately. The two exchanged a glance that spoke volumes, like an old married couple. Louis caught the look of disdain in my eyes. His anger faltered for a moment before he snapped, "Where's Zane? Does he still consider me his father?" My nails dug into my palms, and I swallowed the metallic taste of blood in my throat. I closed my eyes and replied softly, "He's dead." A suffocating silence spread across the room. Louis suddenly yanked me by the collar. "Can you stop with the lies? Wendy's daughter saw him yesterday at school. That brat even slapped her

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.

I struck wild, fast and furious; he struck like he'd been waiting for me his whole life. And then the bond cracked open between us. Not just heat and not just the mate-pull. Immediately, memories spilled for one blinding breath. I wasn't in my body; I was in his. A boy kneeling in blood, while his father was towering above him, holding the Oathblade. The steel pressed into his skin, carving runes into his flesh while the boy bit back screams. His father's voice was steady and merciless: "When the Hollow rises, it must fall. You are my son. You are the blade."

He nodded, his bright blue eyes fixating on mine with an intensity that belied his age. "I know, Mother," he said. The room fell silent, hanging on the soft timbre of his voice. "The scepter's magic flows through me, whispering secrets of ancient power. It's a part of me, and I am a part of it. In the battle to come, its strength will shield us, its light will guide us." Even as pride swelled in my chest, a shiver traced the length of my spine. His quiet strength was a balm to our frayed spirits, and yet, the thought of my son, bearing such a burden at his tender age, clawed at my heart.