KLOVE7_7

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In the beast-world of Burmurlerk, Queen Yrmeta, a powerful, dragon-like monarch blessed with primal elemental magic, once ruled in peace. But her reign shattered when members of her own court, nobles, governors, even distant kin, accused her of consorting with the forbidden forces of the Ancienty Seven of Deadly Beings, ancient entities tied to corruption and apocalyptic power.

Betrayed from within, war erupted. Yrmeta’s realm burned. Many of her bloodline, cousins, nieces, nephews, siblings, and older children, were killed. With her kingdom crumbling, she fled through a rift to Earth with only her husband Lord Velkan, her sister Aunt Tyrraline, and four of her surviving children (ages 25, 23, 21, and 19).

On Earth, Yrmeta entered a conscious stasis, a living crystal cocoon, to heal. During her slumber, she magically bore eleven more children, all gifted, monstrous, or strange. Among them is the youngest: Elian, now 14 years old, seemingly human, but only Tyrraline and Velkan know the truth of his origins.

The family, now living undercover in the human world, poses as eccentric and homeschooled while navigating schools, jobs, and the modern world. Aunt Tyrraline acts as the sharp-tongued matriarch, enforcing secrecy and stability within the chaos of their monstrous household.

Yrmeta, even in slumber, can communicate telepathically,  but only with Elian. Despite appearing fully human, Elian is loved deeply by his siblings. He alone can hear their mother’s voice in dreams, where cryptic warnings and impossible memories hint at a deeper destiny, one possibly tied to The Seventh, an unnamed and sealed entity from the Ancienty.

While the family tries to live peacefully, strange phenomena escalate. Elian’s dreams grow darker. A new substitute teacher, Mr. Cane, appears with unnatural timing and eerie knowledge. His gaze pierces Elian’s disguise. And then, nightmares begin manifesting physically.

Behind the veil of human life, Yrmeta’s enemies, and the true power of the Ancienty Seven, begin to stir again. And Elian, whether he likes it or not, may be the key that unlocks both the past’s truth and the future’s destruction.

MONSTER HOUSE: MY MONSTROUSITY FAMILY

Elian ducked barely, as a fork, red-hot and hissing, shot past his head and thunked into the cabinet. Smoke curled. Wood crackled. A few scorched chips fluttered down like ash.

"Dravyn!" Aunt Tyrraline's voice cut through the kitchen like a saw through velvet. "What have I told you? No cutlery forging before sunup!"

Dravyn was barefoot on the counter, a manic grin stretching under his mop of fiery red hair. "You said not in the living room. This is clearly the kitchen." He winked at Elian, who was still crouched, one eye on the quivering fork like it might grow legs and sprint.

Lira didn't look up from her spot at the table, busy with a shimmering tower of spoons. "He's right. I was there. You said living room." She gave a casual twirl of one finger, and the spoons flickered like mirrors at infinity, then just weren't there anymore.

"Maybe if the fork wanted to be normal," she added, "it shouldn't have bit the egg."

"It bit me first." Dravyn pointed at a bite mark on his arm. It was red, vaguely fork-shaped, but could also have been a self-inflicted snack injury.

Across the room, Arken entered like a war report> Mug in one hand, clipboard in the other. His armor was halfway summoned, bone pauldrons creeping up his shoulders like shy spiders.

"Status> Loona flooded the guest tub. Willow's inside the fridge again. Lucy's under the table talking to... Something."

"She's whispering to Double," Elian said, finally rising. "She's upset. Someone ate the last strawberry square."

A shriek from down the hall> "It wasn't me!" That was Rava. "And even if it was, it was moldy. Elian, tell her!"

"I'm not picking sides in a snack war," Elian muttered, snatching a slice of toast and giving it a suspicious sniff. Just in case it blinked.

"Smart," Vecca murmured, drifting past in shadow-form, her steps not quite touching the floor. "You wouldn't survive Lucy's grief tantrums. Or Rava's guilt spiral."

"Or your commentary," Rava snapped, storming in. Her jacket was on backward, and her ponytail looked like it had lost a fight. "I swear the air in this place is... Psychic pudding."

"Elian." Korrin appeared behind him, sudden and uncomfortably close. "You smell mortal. Fix that."

Varn stood behind him, all shadow and pale eyes, arms folded like he'd never learned how to unfold them.

"I am mortal," Elian said, backing up. "Or... sort of? Depends on who you ask."

Korrin shrugged. "Still being debated. But you're gonna get questioned smelling like that."

"We like it," Lucy whispered from beneath the table.

Elian crouched to see her. Her eyes glowed faintly, wide. Beside her was nothing, and also not nothing. Something shifted when she breathed.

"Hey," he said gently. "I'll get you another square. A real one. With jam."

Double didn't appear. But Elian felt it- Like skin folded wrong, too many teeth, too much quiet.

"Elian!" Tyrraline shouted from the hall, sliding on her coat. Her wings folded behind her with a whisper. "If you're late again, I'm letting the neighbor's chihuahua into your room tonight."

Last time, Rava scaled the roof. Willow tried to shift her bedroom into another dimension.

"I get front seat," Wy purred, dropping from the fridge like a smug cat. His tail flicked Elian's arm as he passed.

Willow stepped out behind him, silent, pale-eyed. "You dreamed again," she said, her words pouring into his thoughts like melting ice.

"I heard it too," she added. "The name was wrong."

The fork still sizzled above. Lolu toddled by, giggling. She looked at the fork, smiled, and burped out a sparkle. The fork froze over, dropped with a soft clink.

Elian exhaled. "Yup. Totally normal house."

CHAPTER 1: THE FORK THAT BIT BACK