El Padre Sin Cabeza Novels & Stories

And their claws and fangs had blood on them. My eyes wandered around to find my dad. But I could not find him at all. "Son, why did you do that?" I sighed in relief as I heard my father's voice from around. I looked around but did not find him on the stage either. Until I looked down towards my feet. I found the corpse of a man lying on my feet. When my eyes went towards my trophy, I gasped loudly. Instead of the trophy, I had my father's head in my hands. "Why did you do that, son? Why did you behead me? I am your father. The one who loved you with all his might." The head of my father asked me.

“Father! It was that woman! She seduced me! She threatened me! She said she’d destroy our family if I didn’t do what she said! I was forced! You have to save me!” With his treachery exposed, Dante threw all dignity aside, clinging to Vincent’s leg. “Father, she set me up! She used our family business to threaten me! I had no choice! Please, you have to help me…” Vincent shook him off in disgust. “Enough. You are no longer my son.” “Very well,” Don Salvatore nodded. “Then this is settled. Dante Moretti will be dealt with by Vincent. As for you, Miss Volkov, please inform your father that we will remember this.”

I flung the door open and walked in. “Father where…” My voice trailed as I saw the horror of my life. Father's head on a silver plate. His head was freshly cut because blood filled the plate and dripped down staining the white cloth on a table. His body lay lifeless on the ground. I stumbled back, holding my breath for what seemed like a minute, somewhat praying my eyes were playing tricks on me. The present. Ari Xavier's present was father's head. My mind blacked out for a moment as memories flooded me. The man I had always called father and thought to be immortal lay dead, his head separated from his body.

My gaze collided with his, an amused glint covering the hazel orbs like obsidian. "My mom shipped my papa's half-brother's head to his stepdad with his fingers drilled into his skull. And Papa and Daddy made a necklace with his dick and hung it around his headless neck - took pictures of him and sent them to Oleg. I am not so bad. This thing is in my blood.", "You people are evil." he countered with a shake of his head, I laughed and got up from my sitting position. Rounding the table, I placed myself right before him, then took a good look at him with a tiny small of adoration.

The sky above was a murky, deep shade of purple, casting an unsettling hue over the barren terrain. Suddenly, my father emerged from the shadows, but he looked nothing like the man I once knew. His figure was distorted, taking on a monstrous appearance. The only semblance of familiarity was his face, now twisted with anger and malevolence. It was a horrifying sight that sent shivers down tmy spine In my father's hand, he held something utterly terrifying and unimaginable. My mother's decapitated head. The sight was gruesome and heart-wrenching. My father's maniacal laughter echoed through the desolate landscape, causing the ground to tremble with each chilling cackle.

His chest rose and fell violently. His silver eyes were fixed on the altar. Then his gaze landed on Emma. His face went completely pale. His eyes dropped to her hand. Then to the hand holding hers. His father's hand. "No..." The word escaped him like a broken whisper. Jasper slowly turned. Emma froze. Ethan took one step forward. His voice shook. "Father..." The entire temple waited. Then Ethan shouted, "Don't do this." His eyes returned to Emma. "You can't marry her, Father!!!!!."

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.

I don’t have enough courage to face them now. His breath caught when he saw the figure standing in the doorway. The man who entered was taller than most, his presence commanding yet also suffocating. His dark hair was slicked back, and his sharp features were framed by the light as he stepped into the room. It was a face Tales had seen many times before, one that inspired fear and respect in equal measure. The man was the head of the mafia, the one they all feared. The "Father." Tales’ eyes darted toward what the Father was holding: a gun.

I shuddered at the size and wondered what type of barbarian still carried around a machete when guns were now a thing. My loving father was on his knees his hands tied behind his back and so was my mother but she was lying on her side instead. There was an ever growing spot of blood on papa night shirt and mama was lying in a pool of blood. Changing angles I see that the blood actually belong to papa and that his face was getting pale by the minute. "Go to hell you devil's son" Dad groaned out and the man whose face I can't still recognize, grabbed Dad's head and smashed it into the floor.

I was wrong. A few days passed. I tried to gather myself, trying to survive the shame and the heartbreak. One afternoon, while walking in the city market, I heard a familiar voice call out. "Selene?" I turned around. There stood Adrian, arm in arm with Elara. But beside them stood an older man—tall, broad-shouldered, hair streaked with gray, sharp intimidating eyes, and wearing an expensive tailored suit. It was Adrian’s father. Don Lorenzo. One of the richest, most powerful, and most feared men in the country.