El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

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!

* Reda Faith * I could not stop the tears from flowing in my eyes as I rode with my father in his white Honda CRV. He is silent while on the steering wheel and I keep my eyes outside the window. I have never made him so angry and disappointed all my life, this is the first time that I have seen him this angry. He even punched a powerful man like Axel. The silence is disturbed by the ringing of his phone above the dashboard of the car. "Yes, Papa?"

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.

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.

Mr King was dead and gone. She had promised herself never to cross paths with Zinedine again neither will he know he has a seven years old son from the one night stand they both had who is just as merciless as his father. He has the millennium blood running through his veins after all. There were like four headless dead bodies in her living room. The four heads were arranged in lines, ignoring the blood littering around. She moved to her son and stopped short when she saw a fifth body under the boy's leg.

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.