Wonder Woman Father Novels & Stories

“Ares…please, it was the both of them that plotted everything. You know how my father uses me, I love you, Ares, this…this wasn’t my doing “ Wendy cried, tears streaming down her face. Ares glared at the strange man I didn’t know, he was about uncle Lawrence’s age. “I had a lot of respect for you, not just because you’re Wendy’s father, but you were also a close friend of my father. You all disgust me!” Ares said and looked away. That was Wendy’s father? I should have seen it, she got her eyes from him and her evil too. “Ares…you were never worthy, Ares…of anything.” Wendy’s father said and I stared at him with wide eyes.

“And my father… he was part of this?” Adrian nodded slowly. “He was one of the founding pillars. His codename was ‘The Architect’. He was brilliant, Zara. He designed many of the protocols that still keep this world running. He wasn’t just rich… he was influential. Dangerous in a way that money can’t buy.” Zara felt a lump form in her throat. The image of her father—the man who used to read her stories, who taught her how to ride a bike, who smiled softly at dinner tables—clashing violently with this description of a powerful, shadowy figure.

My father's guards were too strong, and they held me tightly as my father gloated. All of this had happened too quickly. None of us had seen it coming. Yet one question still plagues my mind. My father ran from the pack with nothing. Just as himself. Where did he get the Manpower? These guards seem so familiar. Like men I had seen and watched Ryan train back in the pack. The thought that my father had somehow gained the loyalty of Alpha Ryan's Warriors scares me. It's not possible. There must be something bigger in play here. He must be hiding something.

“Your surname is Sadler. Are you related to Yegor Sadler?” At this remark, James smiled calmly while Truett nodded immediately. “Do you know my father?” “Heh, Yegor Sadler is your father?” Zenithal Roc Matron exclaimed, “This is such a coincidence!” James leaned closer to Truett and whispered, “Your dad is indeed a social butterfly, knowing almost every powerhouse from Tai Chi to these powerhouses of the Dawn Supernatural Power.” Truett smiled wryly. “My mom scolded him quite a bit because of this.”

Her hands shoved into her pockets. “I knew your father quite well. He seemed genuine, always around to help my father when needed. My father told me stories of battles they led together. He said it was almost as if Beta Wayne was his little brother. Your father trained me. He helped to make me who I am today.” She turns around to look at me, scowling. “You liked my Dad.” “Once. None of us saw it coming.” “Saw what?” “Your fathers desire to become a King, but it would never have happened. He was a wolf. A wolf can't be King.”

Sophia replied, smiling at him. “You underestimate yourself, but I’m sure I won’t need anything as dramatic as having you lay down your life for me. Sophia, you have powers that you cannot even begin to comprehend. You just don’t know it yet. You’ve been caged for too long, but don’t worry, I’ll be here to guide you every inch of the way.” “Hmm. My mom mentioned something like that. She told me about my father … that he was a really great wizard. He was your brother, right?” Sophia asked, raising her hand to toy with the pendant that lay on her chest beneath her blouse.

His family was everything, Williams Jones, a billionaire businessman, owner of vast empires, and a powerful political figure in the werewolf world. And who was she? Just the daughter of nobodies. No wealth. No influence. But despite the overwhelming difference, she forced herself to speak. “Phillip Clinton is my father, though he’s passed,” she said quietly. “Veronica Clinton is my mother, still very much alive.” Edward’s expression shifted immediately. His eyes darkened as he turned his gaze toward the driver, a man who seemed around his age, with the same confident demeanor. “Phillip Clinton?” Edward murmured, his eyes narrowing.

There's no need to give him the satisfaction that he finally knows my weak point. Ever since I found out Laura was my mother, I wanted to know who my father was. I wanted her to tell me; I wanted to question her and seek answers to a lot of questions regarding my father, but I didn't...I held it back, and Lady Madonna didn't tell me as well. And now Alpha Roland is telling me he knows about my father...like how? Who really is this Alpha? "The great Wizard Ezra is your loving father" he announced, and I felt like a bucket filled with shock was poured on me because my body vibrated in a way that made me almost lose my balance.

My mother turned to look toward my father. “I don’t know you guys. You should have seen the way he drained that half-blood God. He was the offspring of Poseidon. When Ryder was done with him, he was nothing but a weak human.” My mother’s face paled. “Is this true, Ryder?” My father asked, and I nodded. “It was instinct, like I knew how to do that my entire life.”

"My dad was right. My fate at the sisters' sanctuary is sealed.” "Breathe, Adora," Morgana cupped my face. "I'll talk to him, I promise.” “What difference will that make, and who the hell is he?” I cried, wiping my tears with the back of my palm "Some wealthy woman's son. They belong to the Blood Moon pack. Her mom and my dad are friends," she said flatly. "My dad hardly respects people, but when he does, the person must be influential." "Now that's even worse. To top that, he has a girlfriend. My life sucks.”