Novelas y relatos de Abbadon

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t hide while they fought for me. Shoving the door open, I stepped into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The house was eerily silent now, but outside—chaos. I moved to the door, gripping the frame as I looked out. Bodies. Everywhere. Some torn apart, others motionless in pools of blood. My stomach lurched. What the hell was happening? Then I saw him. Abaddon. He was in the center of the carnage, moving like a storm, like a force of nature. Faster than any man should be able to.

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

Needed to know who he was, what he wanted, and why he had suddenly appeared in my life. For the briefest of seconds, his expression softened. His eyes, those black, searching eyes, found mine, and I felt a pull—an inescapable connection—as though something deep within me had known him, although I had no idea who he was. “I’m Abbadon,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost as if saying his name aloud made it all the more real. The name slid off his tongue with a grace that felt almost unnatural. It was a name that held power, ancient power, a weight that left me breathless.

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

she said and walked out the door. I left sitting on the bed with a smile on my face then I followed Bel. * * * * "Maybe it's okay for the kids to leave them for a while, right?" Bel asked in a worried tone. I glanced at her and turned back my gaze to the road. We were here in the market. We will buy the ingredients for the marinated chicken dish called Adobo. I hope Clark will like it. "Don't worry, Bel. They're fine. Let's just hurry in buying so we can go back home quickly," I said and pulled her towards the chicken, beef, and pork stall.

Thud! It was also a quiet afternoon at the crag to the witch’s garden. “Help me gather vegetables, Siegfried! Get your cupid’s shaving brush and the swollen fingers to pitch in and help.” The goat-head demon staggered as its shins were wide apart. It had brought a shallow wicker basket. “I’ve named it Herbie, Mistress Helia Baal,” replied the Siegfried, the glum goat-head demon. “Hee-hee-hee,” laughed the black-winged seraph when its name was mentioned, it had been tagging along behind the goat-head.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

She was still scared but it didn't affect me so much now I was in front of him. "What is your name?" He asked me looking into my eyes as if he was taking away all my pain and fear. "Alexandria." "Mine is Aden." His name suited him I could already imagine him being called 'Alpha Aden of Midnight Warrior pack'. "Why did you cry my little wolf?" "She is scared of you," I replied in a short sentence too scared to say too much. "Your wolf?" He asked surprised when I nodded, he then turned to my Alpha, "I need to talk to you."