Abominable Figure Mga Nobela at Kwento

His face looked as hideous as an evil spirit. Marshal Ubel no longer looked like a human being. Instead, he was now a monster; a Corpse Emperor who was many times more terrifying and powerful than an ordinary zombie.

Egbert was left reeling in shock. Ordinarily, a blow from the awl would incapacitate a half-immortal, especially if it struck a vital area like the head. Their primal spirit would be torn and they would be sent plummeting to the ground. However, the abomination before him survived. Worse still, it seemed to be increasing in strength. "What is this thing?" Egbert stammered as horror was etched across his face. Fannerly's smile twisted into a cold sneer. "Does that scare you now, old man?" he taunted.

It looked like a wolf's head with a crown, yet something was wrong about it, something vicious in the design. I reached for her arm, ignoring her attempt to pull away. “What is this?” “Nothing-” she began, but I was already forcing her sleeve higher, showing more of the design. “Try again,” I snarled. “The Purists,” Vivian spat, seeming to decide there was no point in keeping how much secret, at least. “We're everywhere, and we're growing in strength. Hybrid abominations like your precious mate have no place in our world.”

Their face was oddly devoid of emotion, and when they spoke, their voice held an unnatural reverberation, as if several creatures spoke together. “Selene Varrow,” they said. “You should not exist.” The words chilled her to the bone. “What?” she breathed. The second figure strode forward, pulling down their hood to show razor-edged features and skin as white as the moon. Their eyes travelled over her like she was an enigma they wanted to solve. “You’re an abomination,” said the pale one, the voice flat, lacking emotion. “The connection between wolf and spirit should have been cut long ago. And yet there you are — evidence of an anomaly that isn’t supposed to be.”

"I forgive you your harsh words, Pietro. The boys have been too severe with you and you are obviously in a lot of pain. I can alleviate your discomfort if you answer just a few questions for me. The most important one being how I can gain access to the abominations?" Abominations? For a moment Pietro couldn't work out what she meant and then he realised she was referring to the children. He fought to keep his expression neutral as a wave of horror washed through him. If she viewed the hybrids as monsters then the perceived threat to them was worse than any of them had imagined.

It was as if their very existence was bound to something darker—something far worse than we had anticipated. I blocked a vicious bite aimed at my throat, kicking the creature back with all my strength. Its glowing eyes locked onto mine, twisted with rage and something far more sinister. These things weren’t like us. They weren’t even wolves. They were abominations, their bodies broken and deformed, corrupted by whatever twisted magic had brought them to life.

As for the corrupt Church, with how lax and messy their system are, reacting to such unprecedented disaster would be chaotic situations. Abominations main materials was 10 skull of tainted pious man, 20 heart and 300 pounds of flesh from the dead. To me finding all the ingredients wasn't really a hard things to do, but performing the ritual was hard, as I don't have even an ounce of mana in me, that's when Elijah comes in, she's agreed to follow my plan, Elijah was the most talented Magician I've ever seen, she could spam a high level spell with no incantations, which apparently was a hard thing to do. The plan was my army first attack the fort and settlement inside the principality as a ban

There relation is so sweet that they can not stay angry at each other even for a minute. {}

My gaze followed theirs, climbing through the gloom until it landed on the figure standing atop the roof. He was large, I could tell that much despite the distance. Like the twins currently paralyzed by fear, he was clad head-to-toe in midnight. A black dress shirt, the first two buttons undone to reveal a hint of pale chest, tucked into sharp black slacks. Though I couldn't see his feet, I knew he wore shoes that cost more than a house. His hair was as dark as the void, swaying gently with the wind fanning the rooftop. His face, like all the other abominations, was unfairly beautiful. But this... this was different. Every feature was perfectly sculpted by a cruel deity, from the strong brid

“Hands of the gods my foot. This woman is nothing but calamity and abomination. She is a harbinger of misfortune. We should appease the gods for touching the unclean.” “Listen to me. I said the hands of the gods because no one could have survived this. She had bled so much when they brought her here, yet she had the strength to bring forth the abominations.” Ejima’s stomach sank when she heard that. Abomination. That’s a term the midwives use for a child that had not formed properly in the womb or one that had not lived. Wait a minute... Did they say, babies? They had said babies, right? How many were they? Could it be that she had those demonic babies in her womb all this while?