Novelas y relatos de Abaddon

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

I was familiar with it as that was where we got our wolfsbane darts supply, which would explain how the rogue was able to obtain them. We stormed in to be greeted by the brothel’s madam, an older lady who was desperately hanging on to her youth through Botox and hair extensions. I’d met her once before. Normally my father picked up the supply, but I’d gone with him a couple of times to become familiar with the operation. “Mr. Adalwolf.” She nodded at me. “Here without your father?” “My father is dead,” I replied. “Which is why I’m here. One of your employees is likely responsible for his murder.”

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

This deliberation stretched on for over a week. "The ruins are in Abaddon. Are you prepared to venture there?" Elizabeth asked. Adrian hesitated briefly though he had long harbored a desire to visit Abaddon. It wasn't just because Ines resided there, but also due to its reputation as a harrowing battleground, where nations vied for dominance amidst unrelenting chaos and conflict. In this tumultuous history, fleeting moments of unity were swiftly shattered by various factors, deepening animosities between nations and earning the area its ominous name.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

In his laying position, he sits up and looks straight to Hudson. "Who are you?" He asks him with an angry look. But Hudson is like frozen standing still at the door with wide eyes and not saying a thing. "Ehm... Hello? Mister, at the door? I'm asking you..." My father asks curiously but still angry. Hudson jumps up and probably came back to this world. "Umm... I... Umm... I'm..." "Father, this is Hudson. Carl Greyback's son. He dared to fall for Asli and now he's volunteering to marry her." Amar says.

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

He helped her down from the counter and took her hand, leading her through the penthouse to a hidden door at the end of the hallway. When he opened it, Elena’s eyes widened. It was a fully equipped BDSM playroom with soft red lighting, a large padded bench, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall, and shelves full of toys, whips, and restraints. Everything looked expensive and carefully chosen. “Welcome to my playroom, my queen,” Damon said, watching her reaction closely. “Nothing too serious today. We’ll go slow and explore what you like. First, pick a safe word. Pick something that's easy to remember if it ever gets too much for you to handle.”