Abada Mythology Novels & Stories

He pulls Audrey closer and warp his arms around her protectively when a deep voice vibrates from behind making all of them except Audrey tremble in respect and fear of being killed. From afar was Cannon, he is known as Abaddon, the god of destruction and no mercy. It was surprising to see him in this era of hell, knowing who he is, he hardly leaves his throne. "Step away from her" he orders. Without thinking, Baston quickly retracts his hand off Audrey's shoulder and steps aside. "MINE!!!" Abaddon mutters with so much possessiveness, that he flies to where Audrey is standing and takes her into his large arms.

“The Ofor was created that night, and so were you. Your presence created the sea which divided the two kingdom, and veiled the knowledge from the people, preventing them from crossing to either side. So you are darkness and the Ofor is light. Like the two brothers, the knife edge is the sea and Alaocha and Ndiocha, are the two sides of the edge.” “Correct,” Ada nodded, “But how did I fit into all of this?” she asked. “You will know when the time comes.” A small silence passed between them. “So, tell me” Ada sobbed. Her vision was already blur from the tears that covered her eyes “Those havoc, death and destruction in Alaocha, was your handiwork.” “As much as I hate to admit it, I am afraid,

I asked. "Yes that's true. It has already being prophesied that Abaddon would live again. We just didn't know the one destined to fight him would be powerless. I don't know if the gods are playing a joke on us, but this one is really expensive." Thabitha said hufffing. She's the moody one, great. Does she have to make me sound so useless. "Like I said, we can only try to probably teach you magic again." Adalard said.

Static crackled as I angled it toward the window. “…Ada says we’re running out of time,” the man muttered. Ada. The name sent a chill down my spine. I had heard it before, whispered in the corners of court halls, tied to old legends nobody took seriously. Ada…the moon goddess? It didn’t make sense. None of it did. But the voices kept going, calm and sharp, discussing things that weren’t supposed to exist. Territories. Bloodlines. Wolves. Wolves. I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.

umare or act against his will, and the god we spoke of was equally jealous of Eledumare so he made a look alike and thought it was enough and accurate, he had been with the creator and thought he learnt how to create just like him, his name was called the Adabo, he was so much in competition with the creator in those days through he did not last like Laalu had lasted but he was more powerful than him, this god needed the love of human for his jealous and there had always been something about man, gods always fought for them not because they love them but because they always had no one else to rule or to impressed with their powers but human, they always wanted to rule them and make them wors

Their father cursed Abbadon and said that he shall not be able to have a mate and he shall aimlessly wander the worlds and that he will be forever below the rank of his brothers. And that is why all his brothers have a realm they rule over whiles he just moves around aimlessly with no title. Also their father made a prophecy that he can only be redeemed by the blood of a half celestial, half human and this person happens to be no other than me. At first, I was angry that I had to be a sacrificial lamb for the worlds but Abbadon assured me that that is not the case and that their father always knows what he is doing and believes in me which is why he has placed the fate of both the supernatur

Well, that and the threat of imminent death, but still. Trees larger than I’d ever seen stretched up into the sky, kissing the plump clouds that hung above our heads. They were a breathtaking mixture of lavender, cornflower blue, and carnation pink. The tree’s twisted limbs were covered in wide leaves, the colors muted under the cloak of darkness. A chill slithered up my spine. This was the forest of Adira, goddess of the Hunt. The god holding me an arms length away from his chest cleared his throat with a heavy note of impatience. “I’m aware this is all very new to you, but it doesn’t matter. If your mortal brain hasn’t processed it yet, then I highly doubt it ever will.”

They lived under a ruse of chaos, but instilling such fear in the humans they so desperately sought after took cunning, forethought, and detailed planning. They worshipped Haerlyne, who they believed was the God of Chaos, Theft, and Revenge. Aradia had told me of their great shrines, draped in ruby-red silk that flowed like blood from an open wound. They shrouded it with the bodies of their victims, giving them up in offering once their souls had been drawn from their bodies.

So Jalab is a God and also the man who created the disease that killed the Altundral females. Can King Halturain defeat him? Will Ginya or Rebi help the Queen. Would love to know what your thinking, if your enjoying the story so far please leave me a review. Thank you so much for reading my story helen S xx

Very early, they set out, before long, they were in the Kingdom of Igado, and were led by some men into the shrine to see the great sorceress Omaye, When, she saw them, she laughed and sat down on a bunch of a full broom facing downward, that couldn't had been able to handle the weight of a child, when she looked at Adesuna, she smiled and fetched a bowl of water from a basket full of water, he