Romans & histoires Abominable Figure

My heart, or whatever passed for it here, thudded. They were... creating. Abominable things. Black magic swirled, fusing wolf and shadow, birthing creatures with too many limbs, eyes glowing red, hides rippling like oil. Hybrids. Monstrosities designed for war, mindless and vicious. Horror clawed at me. This was what he wanted? An army of abominations to overrun packs? I drifted closer, needing more. What was the endgame? Then, his head snapped up. Eyes locked on mine.

As Rubern chanted, a black mist drifted from the wooden tablet. The black mist hovered in the air before slowly turning into a black humanoid figure. This tall figure had pointed horns on its head, giving it a demonic appearance. Rubern looked at the demonic figure and said, "It's been a while. How have you been lately?"

he muttered, "What we'd just killed, was a Corpse Puppet; the strongest of all puppets that could be animated. It is an abomination of extreme evil, being constructed by a still-living person. That very Puppet carried at least two decades of grudge in it, hence its unimaginable sturdiness." He heard astonished gasps and hushed murmurs rising from within the company now peering at him. But he was hardly surprised by their reactions; most, if not all, of the company were young elites of the present world. It was only understandable that they had not heard of such a diabolical contrivance from the mouths of their elders. "Amitabha... Very well... Never have I ever imagined that anyone could be

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

The Abomination ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The air in the Royal Box turned to liquid ice. The smell of blooming jasmine and expensive perfume was instantly obliterated, replaced by the suffocating, stomach-turning stench of open graves and rotting marrow.

Whooze! The unknown attack hit the thick hide abomination. Its body started to convulse before a painful roar let out from its mouth like it was trying to resist something within its body. In a moment the abomination starts to smile sweetly if one could call two rows of a mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs that are ready to tear muscle out of the human body a sweet smile. Then the smile from the thick hide eyeless abomination could be called sweetest as it could muster. The abomination starts to saunter seductively toward Zeus like a female who tried to give a hint toward the one they like.