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

Normally, it was harmless- Just Mrs. Harwell reading too slowly and students sneakily texting each other under desks. But today, she didn't seem like herself.

Her makeup was smudged. Her smile too wide. Her voice came out a half-pitch lower than usual, like she had a sore throat made of gravel.

"Elian," she said brightly. "Why don't you stand up and read your paragraph aloud?"

Elian looked up from his worksheet. "I haven't finished yet-"

The rest of the class turned to stare. Rava, two seats behind him, tensed. Her pencil broke in her hand.

"Elian," Mrs. Harwell repeated. "Up."

He stood slowly. His heart felt cold. The words on his page didn't look like the ones he'd written- The letters squirmed slightly, flickering in and out of other alphabets.

"My name is Elian Mass'm," he began.

The class laughed. The page twitched. "I'm not who I thought I was. I've been dreaming of teeth. I think-"

"I think I'm being followed by someone who isn't real. I think he lives behind eyes."

"Elian!" Rava barked, half-standing.

Elian dropped the paper. His voice had changed- It hadn't been his voice. It had echoed oddly, too many syllables at once.

Mrs. Harwell clapped politely. "Thank you. You may sit."

"Don't," Elian warned quietly. "Not here."

But Rava's mouth was trembling. Her collar was pulsing with soft light. Thing hovered at her feet like a storm cloud made of static.

Mrs. Harwell smiled at her. "Well? Do you have something to share, Rava Mass'm?"

Rava tilted her head slowly. "Your voice is wrong."

Mrs. Harwell blinked. "Excuse me?"

"There's another voice under it," Rava said, louder now. "Talking at the same time. It's him. Cane."

The lights in the classroom dimmed. Rava's mouth opened wider than it should have. Then her collar exploded- A ring of broken light scattering across the floor like shattered glass notes. Her scream began but never released- It hovered in the air as a vibrating pressure.

"Elian, cover your ears!" someone shouted.

The windows shuddered, the air twisted. And then-

A snap- Like a spell being forcibly clamped shut.

Tyrraline was there. She wasn't supposed to be. But she stood in the back of the class, wings folded, one hand raised. Everyone else- The students, the teacher- Were frozen in place. Mid-motion... Mid-blink.

"Take her," she said to Elian. "Now."

He grabbed Rava's arm. She was still shaking.

Tyrraline pointed to Mrs. Harwell. "That's not her anymore."

And just before they left, Mrs. Harwell turned her head too far to the side- And smiled with someone else's mouth.

CHAPTER 2: INFLUENCE SPREADS