Abominable Figure Novels & Stories

He was taller than the others, his robes made of shadow and bone, his staff topped with a skull that was screaming in a frequency only wolves could hear. "The Abomination returns," the Inquisitor hissed, his gaze locking onto me. "And she brings her pet rebel." Félix stepped in front of me, his body tensing. "The only pet here is you, old man. And you’re about to be put down." The Inquisitor laughed, a sound like dry leaves on a grave. He raised his staff, and the shadows in the room coalesced into four massive, hulking beasts—shadow-wolves, born from the mountain’s own corrupted energy.

"For those who serve the moon and her laws. And those laws are clear. Abominations must be purged." The word hits like a physical blow. Lucian's incomplete form trembles. Abomination. "Choose your next words carefully," Araya says. Her voice drops to deadly quiet. "You stand in my throne room. Address my son with respect or leave." "That creature is not your son." Matthias points his staff at Lucian. "Look at it. Half-shifted. Eyes burning gold instead of silver. Claws like vampire talons. It carries corruption. Shadow-blood. The very thing our ancestors died to purge from these lands."

"Listen to me. The child... it’s reacting to Lucian." "What do you mean?" "The power. It’s not just Muse-energy anymore. It’s... it’s hungry for him." I pressed my palms to my belly. The heat was intensifying. "He's the first Abomination," I whispered. "And he just made the biggest mistake of his life," Kaelor said. I heard a snap. One of the silver links breaking. "What was that?" Lucian shouted from the front. "Nothing!" Kaelor yelled back. I felt the shift in the air. The temperature was dropping. Fast.

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood

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.

“because of them, I lost the love of my life.” “What do you mean by that?” “What I mean is, Austin killed my mate.” he says, staring into my eyes. “Two years ago, I met the most amazing woman, but she was part of that Aberrant pack. she was different. Do you know how it feels? To lose a person that you love.” he asks. I nod. Waiting for him to continue. “We always sneaked away into the woods. Different packs couldn't be together. It is against our rules. Her name was Aurora.” while saying that, he sits down in front of me.

Another shriek, and this time Kronos backed up in horror as a giant centipede reared its head. It was twenty feet tall, its black skin hard as stone. Its legs were taller than the average human man. Protruding out of its jaw were two long jagged pincers that produced green ooze. Its glowing red eyes eyed the Abnormals that had dared to intrude in its lair with malice and hunger. “ It’s an Untri. We are so dead,” Thora whispered. “ What exactly is an Untri?” Kronos asked.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

Already! Look, they said that curiosity killed the cat, and here I am. -I'm coming, I'm coming .... -I can't see him, but I know that right now he must have a malicious smile on his face. Scott helps Azael stand up and when he's up, he hits Scott on the head. Meanwhile, I shake my clothes, as if they were infected. -Oh man! What's wrong? -complains this scratching the curls. -I told you I didn't want her to know where I am, you idiot, and look at her. It appears below me. Amon complains, leaning with his other hand on the closet.