El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

"You can’t tell me what to do anymore, father!" And then, without warning, he pulled out a gun. Time slowed. The gun was pointed right at my head and before I could react, I heard the click of the trigger. "No!" Sansa screamed as she leapt. Right in front of me and straight into the bullet’s path.

Aurelia I gasped out in shock as I stared at the paled and white head of my father in the box. His eyes were blank, and his face was filled with blood. My heart skipped in fear as I stared at my father's dead head. Why is he doing this? I groaned in pain, and threw the box away. His head rolled out of the box, and I turned to another direction. I don't want to see my father's dead face. It hurts and hurts me in the heart that my father was killed by another person. My father is dead. My mate killed my father.

He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!" That night, my father bombarded me with questions about my mother. I answered every one of them in detail, even providing more information than he asked for. To be sure, his personal doctor was called in to conduct a paternity test. The results threw the entire household into chaos. Susan, who had been sleeping soundly, was yanked out of bed by my father's men. When my father saw her, his face contorted with disgust. "Who are you?" Still groggy, Susan looked at me with confusion, clearly not grasping what was happening.

' I love you too father" She wanted to say but no sooner had she opened her mouth, another thing she wasn't prepared for happened. just opened her mouth to reply when her eyes widen in horror. One minute her father was kneeling there and the next, his head was completely detached from his body, rolling carelessly on the floor. His body knelt there, blood spluttering everywhere. Haven's could see blood dripping down the rogue leader's claws. Her father's blood!!. " FATHER!!!!!!" Haven yelled in horror, a single tear dropped down her cheeks. That was the last thing she saw, her father's headless body, falling heavily to the ground while her mother laid a few feet away, chest completely torn o

His eyes were darker than I remembered, sharp with intelligence, not cruelty. He looked at me openly now. “Good morning,” he said. His voice was calm. Polite. Detached. I inclined my head. “Good morning.” A pause. “You are… my father’s wife,” he said, not as a question. “Yes.” Another pause. Longer. Something shifted in his expression,not desire, not yet, but uncertainty. As if reality had not aligned with expectation. “I did not realize he married so… recently.” Recently. As if time measured legitimacy.

A figure was lifted out, limp. His breath hitched. His focus locked on victim’s wrist. “That… that’s the rosary,” he choked out, the words scraping raw. “The one-of-a-kind piece I gave to my father for his last Saint’s day. It’s him. It’s really him.” The tablet clattered to the stone floor. His legs gave way, and he crumpled beside his father’s casket, great, shuddering sobs tearing from his throat. “Chiara,” he gasped, the name a curse. “You killed him.”

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

I had lost complete sense of reality as I slipped in and out of consciousness. All I knew was that I was very cold and my body was shaking uncontrollably as my body temperature dropped. I tried to stare off into space but my eyes would always meet with someone else’s. I’d try to look at a wall blankly, but I’d suddenly be looking into my father’s empty sockets where Octavious had gouged out his eyes. Or I’d try to just stare into my shower but I would only see Dash’s headless body just lying there. Everywhere I looked, I couldn’t escape the horror.

I was sure he was being possessed by demons that gave him extreme powers and that had made him kill without restraint. "I don't care about all that. I only want to be the Alpha, and to get that, he has to die!" Stan laughed creakily and turned to my father sharply. I saw the wound I gave him, healing instantly. He squinted his eyes at my father and, just quickly, he drew out his sword and cut off my father's head. My whole body froze. Both of my eyes widened as I could only gape, wondering if it really happened. The head of my father rolled away, and the entire crowd wailed and screamed in anguish. Their screams were making it look real, but I still wagged my head sideways vigorously in disb

My father's head rolled over the floor with one strike, his eyes sadly piercing at me, blood spilling everywhere from his headless body. I screamed loudly, and as my body went into shock, I fell flat on my back, my eyes slowly closing as someone picked my father's head up, and the crowd screamed and laughed. I went completely blank.