Abbadon Novels & Stories

I sigh “The night I went out to buy decorations I met Abaddon. He said bad thing will happen to the town” “Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe. Let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates

In English, the paragraph roughly translated too: 'Ions ago, a prophecy was written. A prophecy that would be the downfall of the three realms. Heaven, The realm of mortals, and Hell. The prophecy was known by very few immortal beings, an Angel by the name of Hebron saw the fate of a young boy who had not even been born yet. Hebron, along with his many other talents, was a seer. He could see what others couldn't through visions. A gift that was bestowed upon him when he was created. The Creator used this gift to benefit the realms, however, the gift couldn't assist with seeing Lucifer's rebellion before it took place.

Her touch was cold, colder than death itself, yet so oddly comforting. “You’re so close now, Giovanni,” she whispered, leaning into me, her breath cool against my neck. “Everything you’ve worked for, everything you’ve suffered for, it’s finally within reach. The young boy's body really did help me. It is a shame that he had lost himself. It is a shame that he fell for my voice. But he came to my benefit. Caleb was his name, wasn't it?”

Abigail groaned and turned away, muttering something about idiots and early funerals. Tunde patted the small shard hidden inside his vest pocket. It was jagged, faintly warm to the touch. Most Adrium had to be mined raw and refined before it was stable. But this piece—this one glowed faintly, like it had already been through the forge. Maybe it was worth something. Maybe enough. ……………………………… Tunde pushed open the tin door of their shack just as the last of the sunlight died. Inside, the shadows felt thicker than usual. A single candle flickered in a cracked jar. His mother lay still, her breathing labored, lips dry.

With my body still recovering from the witch's deadly spell, I couldn't afford distractions. Abaddon straightened, proudly exposing the gore coating his fur. He wanted me to know it was the blood of my warriors. He wanted to mock me. I heard stories about him, about his brutality and sadism. I heard about his collection of bones and body parts, torn from his enemies. Oh, how I would make him pay for every life of Korendorr's wolf he had taken…

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

“B-But they must not all be like that, there must be some who…” “I’ve never heard of a single rogue that hasn’t suffered the same fate, and I only know of one who survived it,” Lucian interjected coldly. “Her name is Jocelyn, and she only came out the other side because she found my brother Jace… they’re fated mates, but not before killing hundreds of our own and putting my mother in a fucking coma.”

Sebestian whispered as he latched his lips onto his scent gland. Adom didn’t know why he trusted this man on the spot. He just knew him, and he already felt so familiar with him. He moaned as Sebestian was sucking a red mark on his very sensitive neck. He had never let anyone touch his scent gland, but that was all he wanted from Sebestian. He couldn't contain his whimpers as he felt his body grow hotter. Sebestian pulled away from the wall and carried him up the fancy-looking stairs. Adom had no time to look around where he was. The only thing he was focused on was Sebestian and how the man carried him to, probably, his bedroom.

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.”