Mad Father Burn Monster Novels & Stories

"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.”

Her voice jammed in her throat when he grabs her by the neck and bangs her against the door. " I'm a b**tard. I'm a killer. I'm cruel. " He was saying each word firmly slowly. " But not a monster. " She angrily pushed him but his grip left bruises on her jaw. " I'm not a monster. I'm not. Cupcake. " He whispered disappointingly. " You know who's the biggest monster? " She only cried but was stiff when he added. " Your father. " Her ears felt numb for a few seconds when he shouted even louder. " I'M NOT A MONSTER. "

Beauxdera, of all people, be one? Mother continued frantically, the words rushing from her mouth like a train: “Mary saw me. She followed me as I ran out. She told me that it was a misunderstanding, that she wanted it. Oh, Ben, the monster must have seduced her! I fled, and did not speak a word of it to anyone. But months ago, I heard that Mr. Cillian had come to her home . . . and she hasn’t been seen during the day since. I fear she’s become a monster like Mr. Beauxdera. I’ve been afraid to visit her. I’ve been afraid to even answer her letters. I wish I was mad, I truly do, but I’m not, Ben. I saw what I saw.” For a moment, Father was speechless; he seemed unable to reconcile Mother’s wor

No matter how much of a monster my mother had turned him into, that monster had the face of a man who had raised and protected me my whole life. “Because I didn’t want him dead. I wanted him back. He knew me Brodie, he would have stopped.” Of course, I hadn’t even been certain of that myself until it had been too late. “Even if he managed somehow to know who you were, it wouldn’t have meant he didn’t want you dead. You need to snap out of it now.” I couldn’t snap out of it. It wasn’t possible. Instead, I grabbed hold of my mother and forced her to follow me and Brodie. I watched as Brodie set the fire. Looking at the flames as they licked at my dad and his carnage. The orange flame moving as

Their eyes met, and finally the silence broke between them. "What is it you want to say?" Mark asked gently, his gaze sincere, making Julie swallow hard as she remembered her current situation—single, with her partner in prison. If Liam truly was the perpetrator, then there was no hope for her future with him. The look that Mark had, which was directed at Julie, immediately made the girl forget that she promised Liam to fix everything. "Elizah keeps screaming hysterically whenever she hears or mentions the word 'monsters.' I take it that 'monsters' is plural, meaning more than one person committed this crime against her," Julie said, her voice calmer than before.

Kristen stayed quiet. “Let me tell you a little story,” Carolina said, stepping closer. Her heels echoed slightly on the tile. “Your mother… your real mother… was married to a mafia boss.” Kristen’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Carolina nodded, watching her reaction. “He was ruthless. Cold. The kind of man who made people disappear. She hated him. It was a forced marriage—nothing romantic. She loved someone else. Wilson.” Kristen’s eyes widened slightly.

I fell to my knees when I realized that even my mother's body was burned into ashes because of my fire. Meanwhile, the vampire was fine. My anger turned immediately into regret, and in no time, I was unable to do anything that would help her back. I sat down on my knees next to her ashes while crying. The sound of a movement broke my moment of agony, and my attention was turned back to the vampire as he appeared again while laughing. “ And they call us monsters; there's no danger that can be stronger than an angry wet dog. Whether a normal wolf or an Elemental.”