El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

I started to growl and jumped upward onto the table. "No one is taking my daughter or my man's mark, " I snapped and sliced through his thin stringy neck muscles. His head fell back as the blood bubbled up from the stump. My father yelled out furiously at me. I turned and saw him getting ready to slice off my head when a burst of air blew across and his head flew off. The look of utter surprise frozen on his features. I felt a warm hand on my neck and turned to see Rogue grinning devilishly at me.

KLOE'S POV I could hear my mom crying and I didn't even understand why except for the fact that I couldn't open my eyes to even look at her and tell her that. I'm not dead. I wanted to reach out and tell her to stop, that it's going to be okay, but I couldn't. Everywhere was still dark. I wondered if I was stuck in some weird third dimension. My mind suddenly goes to Dawn and Jodie. Are they okay?! While everyone wondered what was going to happen while being extremely tensed about things and the progress that was going to happen the monitor suddenly went into overdrive, alarming everyone and mom screamed for the nurse,

And finally extended his neck in submission. I saw the loss of control a split second before it happened, King Xander stepped up to dad, “You disgust me.” His claw extended, slitting against his jugular. A fear spreads over dad’s face as he realised he’s about to die. “I should make it slow…” The King breathes before he ripped dad’s head clean off, tossing the fear-stricken face to the side. I blinked in surprise as I watched almost in slow motion the body of my father slump to the floor as if he’d turned into a sack of potatoes. He’s dead.

He has to pay for beheading my father and kicking his head. It's been ten whole years but the memory is still as fresh on my mind. The way I was held down and watched a sword slit my father’s throat separating his head from his body… the way he looked at me…. the way his blood bathed me… the echoes of the fuckers and his cohort's laughter and he kicked at his Alpha’s head sending it rolling… I didn’t realize I was clenching my teeth till I felt the metallic taste of blood, I tried to relax and mind-linked my beta

His screams pierce the night and I sink my fangs into his throat, tearing through muscles and tendons until his head detaches from his body, hitting the wood and rolling back towards the broken-down door. My father walks out, his foot stopping the decapitated head from rolling further, and he looks at me with a mixture of pride and worry. The guards at the bottom of the steps that lead up the front porch are finally getting to their feet, the body I threw at them lying off to the side.

It dawns on me with horrifying clarity—the blade must have been laced with oak tree venom. “Lord Easterlin and Ember send their regards,” he sneers, wrenching my mother’s head from her shoulders with a sickening crunch of severed vertebrae. “No!” The scream tears from my raw throat as he flings her decapitated head towards me, her vacant eyes forever frozen in an expression of horror. “They told me it would be a sight to make you watch me kill them, and they were right.” His lips curve into a cruel smile as he grasps a fistful of my father’s hair, wrenching his head back.

“No! Don't say that... She's been like a real daughter to me. You're just going to--” And here he stopped in mid-sentence, letting out a long and heavy sigh. A moment later I heard the cell phone being placed down on the counter-top, followed by yet another heavy breath of air. I peeked around the corner, I just had to see what was going on. And there was daddy, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head. Uh oh was right... Something big really did happen! He was such a loyal and respectful man. I didn't see how he would just give up, and I imagined he wouldn't.

"Oh, Mrs. Pearce, when you put all the blame on me, did you ever think it would end like this? If the report's fake, what about the blood type? You both have O-type blood, so how could Hanley have A-type blood?" Hanley, still in shock, finally caught on. "Dad, what does this report mean? How could I not be your son?" Kennard slapped him across the face without hesitation. "Don't call me Dad. Go ask your mother who your real father is!" He turned to Nicole, who was still staring blankly. "Mom, say something!" Nicole remained silent, her tears falling as she bowed her head. Her silence was as good as an admission of guilt.

Clean clothes, damp hair, blue eyes sharp as ever. “You went without me,” she said quietly. “You needed rest.” Her gaze searched mine. “You found something.” I hesitated. “Yeah. And you’re not going to like it.” Her voice dropped. “Tell me.” I met her eyes. “They’re using your father’s name.” She blinked once. “What?” “The old networks. The money lines. The whispers. They call him Il Fantasma Vittore. The Ghost of Vittore. They’re saying he’s alive—or that his vision still rules. Either way, they’re rallying around him.”

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.