Mad Father Burn Monster Novels & Stories

"But it's only a dream love. It's not real." "But that wasn't the worst part Dad." Max said sitting up and facing Damon with wide worried eyes. Magnus watched Max, feeling his body tense with a deep feeling of dread. Max wiped his nose with the corner of his blanket as his eyes began to well with tears. "A m-monster came out of the pond...a giant, red beast..." ...with broken wings of dazzling white flames and eyes so dark and merciless, to look upon them would destroy your mind and leave you screaming and writhing in agony... Damon shuddered as Max's monster appeared before his eyes, rising from a pool of pitch and flames.

All I did was adjust my cufflinks and calmly ask, "Caleb, do you remember what happened before I laid a hand on you?" He pursed his lips tightly and stayed silent for a long while before saying, "Mom was critically wounded and hospitalized. "That night, after evening study hours, a gang of thugs chased me and beat me up. When I came home hurt and bruised, Mom went out to confront them, only to get retaliated against and brutally beaten up." He hung his head, and his voice was shaking as he continued, "It was my fault Mom got hurt. I even thought of ending my life after she got hurt and was admitted into the ICU.

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

"I think you’re mad." A hint of pain flashed across Monster's eyes. “Yes, I'm mad. I was supposed to have a blissful childhood, but your grandfather took my mother away. My father passed away because he was too angry, and as a result, I turned into an orphan overnight. You’re telling me that I shouldn’t bear hatred or go mad?” Monster was blinded by hatred. At this very moment, all he wanted to do was destroy Jenson and Baby Robbie. "Die!" His fists approached them like a gust of wind.

My mind raced as I heard screams. Because beneath all the chaos, I heard something else — a gut-wrenching scream. The kind that didn’t belong to any mage, sage, or even human. Not a student. Not a teacher. Something distant, something familiar, echoing through the crack in the sky itself. And then… the burn mark on my chest began to pulse, an itchy sensation spread slowly across my chest, the mark glowed a bright red, before it surged, golden and bright, a scorching heat that ignited beneath my skin. My breath caught. Pain sliced through my chest, a searing, piercing agony that left me gasping for breath. I stumbled, clutching at the fabric over my heart, but the mark’s glow intensified,

He took a weary step back. “How dare you!” I scream at him. Stepping out from behind Lucas, who tried to hold me back, but I was paying no attention to him right now. My eyes were firmly set on the monster before me. The monster who killed my Mother, my Father. Who ripped me away from my blood bound mate, and threw me into a life of misery, never knowing truly who I was. My anger built in my chest. Manifesting itself in a swirling ball of bright orange flames. Before Lucien had time to escape I threw the ball in his direction. He swirling at the last minute and flames hit a wooden chest of drawers behind him, scorching the wood.

measured, "we lived near the edge of the mountains, they weren’t rich... just simple people, they supplied timber to nearby towns and made chairs that creaked and tables that lasted too long.” I stayed silent. “One night, I went deeper into the forest to chop more wood, storm was coming, we needed to stock up, I remember hearing howling… strange howling, not dogs, not wolves” His eyes darkened. "I ran back, but I was too late... our house was burning and my mom was already…” He stopped, swallowing hard. I clenched the blanket tighter. “I saw them,” his jaw tightened, “they weren’t just wolves... they were monsters, they tore my dad apart like he was paper.”

I could feel my skin burn and the penetrating pain, but soon it faded, making my skin unable to feel anything at all. “Oh, lord!” Mother sobbed. “This fire won’t go. My son!” she panicked. “Reverz! Damn it! Why isn’t it working? Ilana, back off!” Strokes of billowing cloak hit against my back. The flames were captured and extinguished between the cloak and my body. “Son!” Mother placed her shivering, cold and burnt hand on my cheek as I blinked at her blankly. My ears were still hurting. Another set of burnt hands wrapped my body in the cloak. The same hands broke all the mana blockers around mother’s wrist, ankles and neck.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

It was dry and cold. “You think I don’t know why you’re here?” she said. She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the tiles. “Well let me save you the stress,” she snapped. “Your mother never told Wilson who your real father was. All he knew was that he was a ruthless mafia. That’s it.” Kristen’s breath caught, but she kept her face steady. Carolina didn’t stop. “So my darling,” she said, dragging out the words, “there’s nothing here for you. Nothing. So I suggest you take your little puppet and leave my house.”