El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

“I’m here, Papa. I can't get back to you... I'm stuck and they blocked the south ridge... I tried...” “You left,” he said gently. The words hit my chest even harder. “I didn’t... I didn’t...” “You left,” he repeated. Behind him, shapes moved in the smoke, Alpha Kade's pack warriors were dragging bodies, laughing while tearing them open. One of them lifted something round and small by the hair. My breath stopped. It was a head. My father’s head. I looked back at the man in front of me, still standing, still looking at me with sad eyes.

If only he hadn’t had a father so heartless. “Say something!” Logan shook me hard by the shoulders, having completely forgotten what he’d done to Artie. “Do you remember the last time you saw Artie, seven days ago?” That day, Artie’s face was flushed bright red as he collapsed into my arms, struggling even to breathe. Yet Logan merely glanced at him and deemed he was only pretending. If Logan hadn’t stood by and done nothing, then Artie would never have missed the chance to be saved! Artie was dragged to his death by his own father!

I completed the sentence for him. He nodded. " No problem, I will". He got up and approached me, and violently grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to himself, leaving me speechless. He held my jaw, bringing my father to his, our noses brushing against each other, his breath on my face, sending a disgustingly pleasing warmth. His eyes searched mine, looking for something I couldn't comprehend. " Is this what you want?"

My head snapped to the side, pain radiating all over my head and making me dizzy for a second. "Where is he?" He asked and I slowly turned to face him, my lips pressing into a thin hard. He stared at me, his eyes bulging out of their socket. "You are not going to talk" I braced myself. "Riven will be back soon. I think you should calm down and—" I grunted, the air knocking out of my lungs as Father's high kick connected with my head and sent me crashing against the tiled floor. Pain exploded in my head rendering me deaf for a second.

Ella pov This day was when we were set to head back to Seattle and it hit me like a hard punch in my throat. Dreadhowl Pack territory was Vivi’s pack and it was one of the most fearsome in the region, ruled by her father, the Hybrid King. In my past life I was too busy being a lovesick, dick-drunk idiot, blind to everything except Cole’s love and Vivi’s fake-ass hugs. Not this time, you backstabbing idiot.

That was the expression of the crowds who expressed their disgust at the sight in front of us. I couldn't blame them. The sight was indeed disgusting, it was one that almost made me throw up. However, I couldn't breathe. Tears were threatening to spill out of my eyes at the sight of Alexander's brain on the ground. The arrow shot by Calixto had rendered Alexander headless, and not only that, his head was crumbled into bits. It was a gory sight. "He. . .lost," my father said, as though he was in disbelief. His eyes were preoccupied with Alexander's body which remained standing, despite being decapitated.

He said in anger. The guy charged at Jonathan and didn't even get far because Jonathan jumped on him and bit his head off. It was a shock as his father looked his son in a wolf state when it's not even the full moon. The blood of the man who's head he had decapitated was dripping in his mouth. He then slowly walked back and stood next to me. I rubbed his head, his fur was so soft. I looked at Jonathan's father as the anger and rage in him grow, he was losing his cool.

losing it. "Hehehe! Die, slut!" "Big mistake." CRACK! The chain eased and I gasped for a large chunk of air. I fell to the floor heaving, my hands grabbed my neck to find wounds on my skin. I inhaled sharply when I grazed fresh flesh hanging out. Son of a bitch really did a number on me! I turned around to explore for the culprit. But as soon as I did, my eyes widened like marbles. My father.. My father was standing. He smiled at me and the wolves around us whimpered weakly. His eyes stared blankly as he held his hand up. And in his hand was a head. He was holding Adrian's head!

“Dad!" Adams screamed out in agony, his voice filled with pain and disbelief as he witnessed the horrifying sight before him. He just witnessed the brutal death of his own father, and his killer stood there, callously holding his father's decapitated head. A surge of overwhelming anger coursed through his veins, fueling his body like a raging fire. Within moments, his eyes turned a fiery red, and his face transformed, becoming hairy and frightening. The sheer power pulsating through his body caused both arms of his shirt to tear apart, unable to contain his muscular and expanded form.

"Mom, Dawn's brother, Stuart Fuller, needs the money right now to start his business. Once his project takes off, we'll pay you back with interest, okay?" "So what if her brother needs money? She's no daughter-in-law of mine. If you don't hand back that passbook right now, don't even think about leaving!" The hall was bustling with people coming and going. Countless pairs of eyes fell upon us. I watched helplessly as the light in Edgar's eyes dimmed little by little, until it finally turned into a coldness I had never seen before. He stopped pleading and silently fixed his gaze on me. When the sharp knife pressed against my neck, I saw the panicked look on Grandma's face.