Abbot Castlevania Novels & Stories

At least, that's what the rumours he'd let spread claimed. The doorway held strong, the smoke almost solidifying, my magic strong enough to make the connection. I called the soul I desired. A moment passed and worry flickered. He was either dead dead... Or an asshole. Silvena finished. The smoke moved, drawing our attention. Gabriel tensed in the shadowed corner behind me. Abraham Van Helsing stepped from the smoke doorway, his eyes gleaming like black onyx in the dim light as witch lights ebbed to life sensing the darkness.

Alpha Abbadon said agreeing with me as he led me to a more private area of the roof top of the castle. "You seemed a little distress, tell me what is it?" He asked, looking at me carefully to know what the matter was. I was also looking at him trying to figure out what he knew already about Daena Russo. "I know Daena Russo is real and alive. Tell me have you seen her today? Have you spoken with her?" I asked him. I could instantly see his reaction change to surprise and his eyes brightened. "Wait, what? What did you just say?!" He asked alarmed. His reaction was more than I had expected as he was very alarmed.

Even though he didn’t recognize any of them, he had an idea that they knew exactly who he was, and so did Daunator. The Vampire’s eyes fell on him as Aaron knocked one of the black creatures out of the way with an elbow. Cadence and Christian were done talking now and were moving back in, and the Vampire seemed ready for another round. But Aaron had other matters to attend to before he could be of assistance. As he closed the gap between them, the ground beneath his feet began to shake even more violently than it had been before giving way. Without Cassidy nearby to help, there wasn’t much he could do but reach out a hand for the top of the shaft as he suddenly found himself pitched into a h

His reflexes are too fast. I poured a small vile of Holy Water I found, which was supposed to be for the wedding, on him and he drops me, groaning in pain as he falls back. I fall hard on the ground then get up immediately getting the scared and terrorized guests up on their feet as I lead them out. I thought my stupid attempt could give me enough time to lead them all out of danger but Abaddon recovers rather quickly

A lone cabin sat nestled among the trees, dim light flickering through the window. I swallowed hard. Something felt off. But my feet moved before my brain could stop them. The closer I got, the louder the sounds became. Ragged breathing. A low, guttural groan. A moan. My chest tightened. No. I reached the window, peering inside. And my world shattered. Abaddon sat in a chair, his head tilted back, eyes dark and lidded with pleasure. Kiwor stood by the corner, watching. And in front of him—

Also , Abbot wasn't skilled like Beatrice and she'd been training with that cold woman for months and even though there was a vast difference in their strength, speed and all other physical attributes, Beatrice still floored her even till now. So when it came to Abbot, Melissa was massively in a favorable condition, and also the moment she struck her hand out he didn't expect it at all. He was shocked and in that moment of shock, she broke his arm and added pain to his shock. Before he would be able to compartmentalize, she was already driving a needle filled with mistletoe into his neck. She added fear into the mix of the entire jumble of emotions. So while he was figuring out what to feel

Abbot paused as he remembered his first divination on the night, he became the Abbot “we were told to expect a visit from our benefactor when the lantern lights.” “The night your parents visited, I had another vision, I was told to call the young master back when his grievance was resolved.” The Abbot pointed at a lantern that was hanging by the side of the statue of St Michael, the Archangel. “This lantern has always been oiled, never lit.” They turned to look at the lantern that was shining brightly.

Vespera weeps as Abbot drags her toward the stone lift. I walk back into the hall holding a new glass of water, using my left hand to pull my wet jersey away from my chest. Abbot looks at my soaked clothes, then at the water on the floor, and instantly realizes why the treasury manager just lost her life savings. “Luna Lyra,” Abbot says, bowing his head with a wide smile. “He is thirsty, I am taking this in,” I say, slipping past him. The heavy office door shuts behind me, cutting off the noise from the hallway. Kaelen has already tossed his heavy hockey coat onto the leather couch, leaving him in a thin white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his thick elbows.