Mad Father Burn Monster Novels & Stories

And in the fire, I saw myself, I was the flames destroying everything in its path, taking everything and leaving nothing in its wake. My father always did say I was a monster. A bomb waiting to explode, waiting to kill everyone and although the bastard had always been cruel to the ten-year-old me, he was right though. I was…a monster and I embraced it like armor, an insignia walking with it like my brand name so everyone could understand that. “Not all of us have the luxury of being protected by a billionaire husband” And it was the motherfucking truth whether she liked it or not. She might have aroused me, might have bewitched my dick to throb every time she stared at me with those azure ey

The person I have been targeting for five years now doesn't seem to be the culprit. There was no point in trying to fight it, so I stood up to go, feeling stupid for looking stupid in front of Victor. " The Moonfire Pack killed my mother, " he suddenly said and I faced him, raising my brows at him. " Her body was found in the woods of the Moonfire Pack, slashed and badly beaten to death. She was kidnapped, " he explained and I folded my arms, not understanding why he was telling that to me.

When his mother went into labour, his father surrendered himself to the Watchers, much to his mother's horror, just to buy sometimes and hope his family would be saved. But that was not the case. His mother could hear his cries while in labour as they pulled his heart out with their tweezers and burnt it to ashes. She threw her babies in the ocean. One would think her head was probably not working. Then she lunged at her former team mates, only to be arrested and penalised with treason and then being sent outside the Earth's orbit, for execution. What a cruel joke destiny played on her child that he ended up working at the same place where his mother was once hailed amongst the highest ranks

Because the second I felt her moan against my mouth, felt her hips lift to chase the grind of my cock, I knew: if I took her like that fueled by rage and possession I’d break something neither of us could fix. So I walked away. Left her sprawled on my bed, lips swollen, throat marked by my fingers, eyes blazing with the same fire that was burning me alive. I wanted her so badly it hurt. The way she’d pointed a gun at my mother without flinching. The way she’d stitched me up while half-naked and shaking. The way she looked at me like I was both the monster and the only safe place in the storm. I burned for her. And I hated myself for it.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see the clinic. I see the look in your eyes the day Leo was born—that mixture of terror and fierce, desperate love. I was the one who kept the door locked." I walked to the edge of the terrace, standing close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "You were a prisoner, too, Julian. You were the shield between us and Josh’s true madness. The 'Monster' died in that forest fire. The man standing here... he’s just a father trying to figure out how to be a man again."

He pounded on the wood until his knuckles bled, but the fortress remained entirely silent. Hours passed, and his stomach began to violently contract, his inner wolf whining for sustenance. He cast a look of utter loathing at the boiled greens resting on the table. Disgust choked his throat, but the primal edge of hunger eventually forced him to drag his body over and consume the plain leaves. A single plate of greens did nothing to quiet his metabolism, leaving him even more hyper-aggressive. “Mark my words,” Bryce hissed into the dark, his scent burning with venomous intent. “The moon will rise on a day when I trample both of your corpses into the dirt, and you will beg for mercy at my paws

While Maftah is in another category. Maftah took a deep breath, then shouted, “Start burning down those f*cking pieces of monsters, soldiers!” "YES!" Everyone went back to their sense as they heard Maftah's shout, then start running around on the ground to burn the pieces of the monster. They didn't want to leave the slightest chance for the monsters to regenerate. The bodies of the monsters that were in the ground were also immediately burned. Including the bodies of their comrades who died in battle, as it was an honorable way to send their souls before they turned into monsters.

"Tummy monster, Daddy." He heard her and her adorable voice made his eyes widen. Fuck, she was so adorable and she didn't even know it. 'This girl had me wrapped around her tiny finger and she doesn't even realize it.' "That's right, baby. There's a monster in your tummy right now, so why don't we get ready for today?" He guided Madie as she got up and walked towards the bathroom. Slowly, he noticed the skip in her steps and watched as she excitedly grabbed her toothbrush from the sink and brushed her teeth.

I don't understand why it feels like goodbye is heavier than the chains I just left behind. My father's beta reaches me and steadies my arm gently, as if I'm something fragile. I don't even feel his grip. My gaze is still locked on Mama. I turn my head to look at her one more time. One more time. She places a hand over her chest. Then her fingers sink inside. "Mama?" She doesn't hesitate or cry out. Neither does she look away from me. Then she tears her own heart out. And I scream. The sound rips out of me raw, filling my chest with agony. My legs buckle beneath me. The beta catches me before I hit the ground, but I'm gone. I'm not here anymore.

Then there’s another one and another one, on the fourth scream I recognise who it’s coming from, it’s Bethany. That’s when I start sprinting, finally I emerge from the smoke to find a monster lifting mum off the ground, and you can tell by the look in her eye that she can’t see what it is. Randomly I try to think of a way to stop the monster from tearing my mum apart, I glance around looking for the rest of my family, when I finally catch a glimpse of movement I look down and stop dead in my tracks. There on the ground not even a meter away is my dad or what’s left of my dad’s body. I can see bits of flesh, chard flesh thrown all over the ground, all of which have pieces of dad’s cloths on i