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.

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.

“He was never told. Since there had been no cases involving humans in the family, the story fell into oblivion. In truth, it was just a one-night stand, and when Ben got sick, my only option was to look for his biological father—which threw me into this supernatural world.” “Who is your son’s father?” she asked quietly. “Jordan Reynolds.”

“Where… where am I?” The man shrugs casually. “Somewhere nobody will hear you.” He circles Eli slowly, like a vulture. “Try not to waste your energy. You’re going to need it.” Eli’s blood runs ice cold. “What do you want?” he forces out. His voice sounds smaller. Shaky. Pathetic. The man tuts, unimpressed. “Your boyfriend’s father wants you back in one piece. I’m just the delivery guy.” Eli’s breathing stops.

"Wherever he was, he's my boy. He'd always survive no matter the condition." I quickly wiped my face to fight back the tears threatening to fall. "Is this how weak you are?" Sheila slapped my arm. "You always act as if you're captain America or Wonder Woman but you're crying just because I asked about your son?" The tears found their way out somehow. I couldn't hold it in, I left it out. "Sheila, Adonai is gone." I sobbed silently. "It's all over the news, but he wouldn't know yet that Edward was also his father, but one day, wouldn't he know?"

I say. "And how can I help?" asks my friend. " He wants to know Jordan's father's name." I say. "Is that all?" he asks. " For now, yes." I say. " Well, his father owns a multinational and international company, and his mother is an event organizer, not just any type of event. They're pretty rich and—” I cut her off. " Rebecca what are the names? She says soon." I speak without patience. " Jeremy Brenner and Suzan Mark Brenner." she says and I close my eyes.

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.