Wonder Woman Father Novels & Stories

Always put on this miserable facade of being a nice charming girl with young looks to get on everyone's good books. I knew being the lowly daughter of the lowly brother of King Magnus would cut my chances of being the Mother Superior. Yes, King Magnus was the Almighty Lord of the Pack Clan, Morgana's father and Son of the great Odis and my father should be as powerful as he is, but ironically, my father was not. My father was useless. An worthless coward that was sick from birth. He was the first son of king Odis and should have been crowned king but he couldn't even handle being a man, talk less of being an Alpha.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

They drove out of the compound as I sat on the ground, exhausted and fearing for my life. What was going on? Was I getting threatened now? “Who was that?” I asked as Willow opened the house door for father to get in. “That was Fiona’s father,” she said through her teeth in anger. “He’s one of the most powerful elders in the pack and the richest man only rivaled by the alpha.” Now I was invested in this fight. Was he here to fight for his daughter? I was so mad I could not do anything but watch the gate which had my body shivering with fear and excitement of what the next day would bring.

Then the sight of the picture hanging on the wall confirmed what he had been feeling for a while. Alpha Damien’s father was his long-lost friend King. How did such a kind man like King have a beast like Alpha Damien for a son? The thought lingered in his mind as they drove back, knowing he had to find a way to resolve this for the sake of his daughter and grandchildren.

That journal restrained him from his true potential. With an Elven Mage for a mother and a prime God for a father, he is as strong as his own father and if Cronos was indeed manipulating his daughter--then a war is coming to Mount Olympus. Th woman had not aged a day and if he must admit,time had dealt with her with grace. He wanted to embrace her and make love to her the way they used to do, but he sensed anger and defiance in her. He should be mad too because she withheld the information about a son.

I exclaimed as I chuckled and he smiled. "Who is your mommy?" I asked, hoping Shasha was not his real mommy. "Mommy Shasa," he answered. "Who is your daddy?" I nervously asked as I hope he doesn't have daddy at all but I'm stupid to think he doesn't have. Of course he has, as how can he become a baby without Shasha have a partner. I looked at him waiting for an answer as he seems thinking. "Superman," he blurted out and I was surprised with his answer as I do not get what he meant superman.

My fingers tightened on the strap of my purse until the leather bit into my palm. His adoptive father? The realization hit like ice water. Xavier Cross—the man who pulled me out of that fire, who paid Dad’s hospital bill, who just made me sign away access to his accounts—was the same distant, faceless billionaire Jason had spent five years complaining about. The same man I’d slept with in a haze of revenge and wine and heartbreak. My stomach dropped. And he’s the father of my kids? No. I don’t believe that. I can’t.

“But you are not the first to walk it.” She sits up straight on the stool, her eyes growing distant as she reminisces a time in the nearest past. “Your father, Blackwell Jackson, was once an ordinary man. He had no magic in him, no connection to the ancient bloodline. But your mother… she was an original Wiccan, a true daughter of the ancient order. When they met, she fell in love with him, despite him being a mere mortal, but saw potential in him. She believed that love could bridge the gap between their worlds, and in her love, she made a grave mistake.”

“Your father moved here because his guardian decided it would be best for him to receive the heritage of a powerful god that was hidden in the premises of the Wielders Academy. Your grandfather urged your mother here for the same purpose. That was how they met. They eventually accomplished their goals, receiving the blessing of the deceased god after searching the school premises discretely for several years. Once they did, they felt that there was nothing more to glean from the lean camel that was the Wielders Association.” Mane listened intently to the story. It was fascinating to hear about his parents’ past. Even better was that he wasn’t hearing it from them. Mane didn’t question his pa

Zion begins to defend me, but I raise my hand to stop him, feeling aggravated by the blatant disrespect of this man. "My mother is the daughter of the late Witch King, and my father was the Alpha of a werewolf pack that no longer exists, thanks to Douglas. If you would like to see my powers for yourself, ask. There is no need to try to provoke me. There's also no need to feel inferior. But never doubt the Goddesses or my connection to them!" I say, making Zion and Orian both laugh. "I can assure you, I do not feel inferior to you in any way. You may be the new Queen of the wolfs, but you are nothing to me." He says with a sneer, and I smile at him, making him even more uncomfortable.