Abdl Novels & Stories

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.

“I wouldn’t call him a friend.” The man gave a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Alex, that hurts.” He shook his head despondently. “And here I thought we had something special.” I couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped me. I glanced between the two of them, amused by their strange dynamic. “Abigail,” Alexander said then, gesturing between us, “this is Abel Rudd. My business partner.” Abel beamed like he had just been granted a medal of honor. “We collaborate frequently,” he added, puffing his chest. “And might I say, every project we have worked on has been an unquestionable success.”

Alessandro said, and Lynn placed Sienna flat on the couch and ran over to hug me. "Be safe and visit anytime you like" She says into my ear before pulling away from the hug. "And you," She says to Alessandro. "You better be prepared for pregnant Sandra because I can tell you now it won't be fun," She jokes, making me giggle, and wraps her arms around Alessandro. She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck

Abdullah raised an eyebrow at him, still feeling a bit fuzzy after that sight he witnessed. "It's already here?" he asked, sitting down with his golden brown-haired friend. Zain was from Kashmir and his golden-brown eyes and hair made it evident. He wasn't very handsome but the striking color of his eyes and silky hair made him stand out. In addition to that, his goofy and cheerful personality made him more appealing to women not to mention, his kind nature. Abdullah was the total opposite of him, with black hair and dark green eyes. His complexion was a bit pale as well and he mostly remained quiet and serious, coming off as unfriendly.

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

he says, making Andrew sigh. "Thanks, Abel. I owe you big," he says, sighing a bit of relief. He needs to think fast, because, in only two days, he needs to have Russell in Vegas and if he wants to keep him safe, then he's got no choice then to call uncle Fred for help. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨✨💖✨

Richard got up from where he sat and went to sit closer to Damon. They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless.

“I have to admit, when I heard about you fucking a demon, I expected a smarter woman. You know, someone who can actually deal with the pressure of being in the presence of a dark one like that. You can imagine how surprised I was when I first heard that you were here in the basement.” “How the fuck?” I asked, turning to look at my parents who avoided my eyes. His eyes hardening as he glared at me. His eyes were void of emotion, and he said nothing for a few seconds as he studied my expression. “Don’t worry, I was just as surprised when I found out about you.” He said, looking at Annalise for a few seconds before turning his attention back to me. “Alpha Alvize, Alpha of the Midnight’s Pack at