Wonder Woman Father Novels & Stories

“Anyways. He led me here and we just . . . talked for a while. He told me all about the Decree of Humanity and what had led up to that decision and how he had struck this temple with lightning as a pledge of his after the decree. He even told me that he had been watching me and everything that had happened.” “But,” Eliza started in confusion, “why would he do that?” James chortled nervously. “Apparently . . . I’m his son.” He had spoken the last words as quickly as possible. She blinked blankly at him. “excuse me?” “Zeus is uh . . . my father.” “Wow,” Eliza said as if trying out the word. “Wow is right,” agreed James. “So you’re like Heracles and Perseus and all that?”

The woman bent at my level and grabbed my jaw with a strength that was enough to break it, "You dirty Bitch, you should be honored to be the Supreme Alpha's first Luna!" Trembling, I shake my head as tears stream down my face, and push her way, "My father is Richard Reagan. Let me go, please! He will do anything you ask of him; I'm his only daughter—" The woman let out an unnatural growl, terrorizing me further. "Hera! Diana! Come and get this slut! Time is slipping the eclipse is about to begin." "No! No... wait! My father won't stand for this! Stop...!"

One would just proceed to lead to another. So it was now or never, plus she knew that the girl had to get back to Elijah very soon or things would just get worse. And gosh, she was so tired about bad things happening to her and her family. She knew she could stand there and explain so much to her daughter, but right now, all the girl wanted was a name. She wanted to know the identity of her father. The woman stood upright and locked eyes with the omega before replying, “Your father is Councilman Vance.”

Daniel yelled his anger now becoming evident. "Daniel, please just-" He grabbed me by my shoulders and yelled, "Tell me the truth!" "Dan-" "Who is Arthur's father?!" "Jason Dutton!" Daniel let me go and sighed. "The Black Falcon is Arthur's father," I added. "I'm leaving." I wanted to leave when Daniel stood in my way, "Dont go please, let's talk about this." "Daniel get out of my way!" I ordered. "Adrian please, let's talk," he pleaded.

Father finally states. The room falls silent again, but this silence is different. It is sharper and more personal. This is not just about pack history anymore. This is about my wife. The woman I have married, the woman I have rejected, the woman I am now desperately trying to find. The woman who might be the secret daughter of a legendary princess. My eyes narrow as I process the impossible thought. “Why do you believe that now?” I ask in a low voice. “Why were you not certain about Rhea’s parentage before? You were close to Lance. Did he never confide in you?”

“What about you though? You have a father, but does he love you as much as he loves power?” It was no secret that Victor Walker is a man who loves and adores power making him one of the most richest and powerful men in the entire Centrale County. Also making him a father who was never present in the life of his only son. People pitied Damon for having such a father, but they always looked past it when they remembered how rich they were and would always say that he was so lucky to have so many riches.

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.”

He deserved to know the truth, no matter what came next. Whether he forgave me… or threw me away. As I wiped my eyes, something shiny caught my attention on the nightstand. A picture frame. I reached out and gently picked it up, holding it in both hands. My breath caught in my throat. It was Zach. He was standing between a man and a woman—his parents. I had met Luna Rose… but this was the first time I was seeing his father. He was striking. White hair, sharp jawline, piercing purple eyes—Zach was exactly like him. A copy. It was like looking at Zach in the future. His father’s hand rested proudly on Zach’s shoulder. There was so much strength, so much power in their features. But also love.

If I wasn't so terrified, the two might be comical to me, but right now, I just want answers. "We can't tell you everything, Fallon, but we will tell you what we know," Jeb says. Jeb moves his head quickly. His long hair moves swiftly over his shoulders. He taps his hand in the air and then claps. "Heads up," Jeb says. A book comes floating into the room and lands between us. "This is everything you need to know about your family, Fallon. Your beautiful mother, our sister, was a powerful witch. Your father was a hunter. Before you read any of this, know that there are supernatural beings that want you dead because of the sins of your father," Jeb says.

She sat down and he walked to the bar to get them drinks. “When my mother was younger, she had met a prophetess who told her that she would find her mate. And together they would have a son who would be really powerful. She was told that her new family would be the best thing that would ever happen to the world. So, when she happened to find my father she left with him immediately. Rumours had it that she had a lover before, but didn't want to lose my father,” Wayne began as he took a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses.