Abbadon Novels & Stories

The dawning sun shed a little spark of light into the dark Castle. And yet, the darkness in everyone’s eyes wallowed. All of them stared at the Wicked Witch and the Shadow of the eye that loomed on top of her head. The eye of Abbadon was painted with swathes of gold, brown and copper. “One hour… an hour and your son dies along with this woman, son of Banaua. Unless…” ‘Unless what?’ Bathal asked himself as he took in a deep breath, the sharp tang of iron and faint scent of acid fumes filling his nostrils. The mixed scent of blood and poison.

His eyes became red with anger and he shifted away from the old man's house, leaving the other two in the room in the dust of confusion. On the other hand, Abaddon is scared. He is pacing in his room feeling restless. No one knows it, but he is the grandson of the late lord Haden whom Lucifer slaughtered ruthlessly. He came here seeking revenge. He entered the palace as a guard, and then slowly worked his way into the position of the minister. He planned to kill the princess and then Belial so that it would be his turn to become the next lord of the underworld, which is his birthright. Everything was going according to his plan, but then Lucas came and ruined his plans.

—Rosemary Ellen Guiley Abaddon (Apollyon) Angel of death, destruction, and the netherworld. The name Abaddon is derived from the Hebrew term for “to destroy” and means “place of destruction.” Apollyon is the Greek name. In MAGIC Abaddon is often equated with SATAN and SAMAEL. His name is evoked in conjuring spells for malicious deeds. Abaddon is the prince who rules the seventh hierarchy of DEMONs, the ERINYES, or Furies, who govern powers of evil, discord, war, and devastation. Originally, Abaddon was a place and not an angel or being. In rabbinic writings and the Old Testament, Abaddon is primarily a place of destruction and a name for one of the regions of Gehenna (see HELL). The term occ

He said almost exhausted, as he placed me down on my feet gently and crashed on his knees. "Thank you so very much!" I said, beyond grateful. I needed to know the name of our saviour. "I am Baela Rossi. Daughter of Beta Lorgan and Hannah Rossi. Please what is your name or what may I call you?" I inquired respectfully. "I am Abbadon, I am a wanderer". He said, as he looked up at me. "Abbadon". I called out his name out loud, taking it to heart. "YOU SAVED MY LIFE, YOU SAVED OUR LIVES!You are not just a wanderer, you are a HERO!" I said with joy in my heart.

"Long ago, there was a demon called Abaddon. Abaddon is the keeper of hell, he is called the destroyer and the bringer of terror. Abaddon life's goal was to bring hell on earth for humans and the only thing that could stop him was dragon's breath. And this is were Arkalis comes in. In other to stop Abaddon from destroying earth and merging it with hell, he had to create your forefathers... the dragon." Mrs Maria paused. "So you are telling me... that war wasn't between kings like it was told?" I asked shocked.

The throne seemed to absorb the light around it, radiating an aura of dark power. "Welcome, descendant of Arithymus," a low, velvety voice boomed, echoing off the walls. Kayla's head snapped up, her eyes scanning the shadows for the speaker. "Who are you?" she called out, her voice shaking slightly. A figure emerged from the darkness, his presence commanding attention. He wore a flowing red robe, intricately embroidered with gold thread. His eyes gleamed with an inner fire as he smiled, his lips curling up in a sensual, devilish grin.

Abaddon, typically a man of few words, was unusually receptive, his eyes fixed on Aurelia, taking in every detail of her presence. Aurelia smiled, feeling the weight of Abaddon's attention. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Abaddon nodded, his deep voice resonating through the air. "Indeed, it is. Perfect for a walk in the park." As they continued their leisurely pace, Aurelia couldn't help but notice Abaddon's quiet nature, which contrasted with his usual assertiveness. She took the opportunity to ask a few questions, curious to know more about the enigmatic man beside her.

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

We intensely stared at each other for a couple of moments, unmoving, in a very tensioned silence until a feminine, suave voice spoke right next to us, breaking us from our trance, “Excuse me, may I steal your partner for a moment?” My head quickly snapped to the side, watching her turquoise irises curiously eyeing our entwined hands, right before I heard him say what was obviously her name, “Abbadon.”