Novel & Cerita Abominable Figure

They were the Tainted. Half-human, half-wolf abominations that stood on two legs, towering over the average human. Their bodies were grotesquely muscled, with jaws that could swallow a man’s head and claws as long as daggers. Their eyes were the worst part—the pupils were vertical slashes, exploded and bloody, set in whites so bloodshot they appeared a sickening, demonic red. They were the bane of the all supernatural kind. Crazed creatures with only one drive: bloodlust.

Akshay asked me while rummaging through his phone. "You feed me, please." I requested while pouting at him. "I am not doing it. Its so messy, Eat yourself." He said while staring disgustingly at paanipuri. "How can someone hate paanipuri?" I asked him while huffing to show my anger. "Baby, not everyone loves paanipuri. It's just Indian female specie which is mad behind paanipuri." Akshay snorted while telling me his self invented fact.

That presence…that aura…she is powerful, and although I’ve managed today to catch just glimpses of her face…I just know that all of her is just as mesmerizing and dazzling as her eyes, and plump kissable lips… But as the moon painted dreams on the canvas of the sky and my mind, a sudden shadow eclipsed my reverie. A guttural growl, like distant thunder, echoed through the stillness, and an ominous figure emerged from the inky darkness. Abbadon, the hell-dog of shadow, materialized with eyes that gleamed like shards of obsidian. The creature's form flickered, a wraith-like silhouette, as it lunged at me with a snarl that resonated with the song of hell itself. Each step it took sent ripples t

She knew he would make Sabe, and she had brought him to this perfect, remote spot for a quiet, final conclusion. Then, a figure separated from the greater darkness near the center pillar. It moved quietly, a shadow formation into a man. Lean, his posture defined with hurt even in the gloom. The fine angles of his face were sculpted by starvation and fatigue, his eyes twin wells of reflected city light, burning with a creepy intensity. Sabatine. He picked him up a few feet away, within range that Anton could notice the grime ingrained in the folds of his jacket, the way he stood with his weight on his right side. He was something the river had vomited up, something raw and dangerous.

I slide a large knife from the holster on my thigh, the familiar weight of the weapon providing some small comfort. When the first figure emerges from the treeline, my eyes widen in shock and horror. I inhale sharply, a cold breath of pure terror, and Emerald and Billy do the same. "Goddess," Billy mutters under his breath, instinctively reaching back and pulling Emerald into his arms before taking a step back. The beings—if they can even be called that—are grotesque abominations that defy nature itself.

I attempted to shift, but the shackles around my wrists clinked, telling me I was stuck. Panic flared once more. The was something about their words , something dangerous about them. They talked as though they knew something about me, something I didn't have. "She can't breed a generation of abomination," they say. The sentence struck me like a slap in the face. Abomination? The term seared itself into my consciousness, burning through my thoughts like fire. I was just another wolf, what was so abominable about me? I was unable to understand . I could not make sense of their meaning.

A lot of guts to die. “I’m…going to kill her…” He said again, his voice extremely low this time. He had arrived at his own judgement place and he probably would not be scared. A black, high throne was at the centre of the huge pillar that his master once stood on, with demons surrounding it. The more he came closer, the more they snarled like they could read he was now a failure. The throne, luckily for him was empty. Abaddon heaved a sigh of relief but it was too soon. The grounds started to shake and the screeching of the shadowed creatures increased, then a smoky like figure appeared on the throne and Abaddon bowed his head before it could take full form.

“Now, he sends his toys.” The ice walls exploded outward, and monstrous forms surged into the cavern. Wolves twisted and malformed, their bodies fused with unnatural machinery, rushed toward the pack. Their howls were warped, more machine than beast. Annabel didn’t hesitate. “Hold the line!” she shouted. “Don’t let them separate us!” The pack moved as one, forming a defensive circle. The first wave of abominations hit hard, their claws striking with mechanical precision. Annabel tore through one, its synthetic flesh peeling back to reveal glowing wires and exposed steel.

I felt it right in my jaw. "I hate all these small fights. I want actions! Give me a good fight, old man!" She hopped about in her spot, cracking her bones. Well, that's what I thought she was doing, until I noticed how her body cracked further, transforming into the same beast that I saw last night! The shifting formation was horrifying to even gaze at! No wonder their kind was called the abominable. They are hideous! "All these time we thought Argon's Luna had no wolf in her. But today, you are standing before me as the demon we've been seeking to end, " I said, getting to my feet, ready for battle.

He coughed then stabbed Sarah on the neck laughing. "Fuck you bastard" Abel said and Sarah staggered. "According to history, i am the second abomination, so i dont guess you knew about the first abomination very much. Well let me introduce myself, i am a Dhampir a fucking horror one that is going to kill you this moment. I am a bastard as you say because you are going to die. I am a Vampire hunter, am created from you to hurt you" Sarah said removing the rob from her neck which healed immediately. "So i am the God of you" Sarah finally concluded and striked back , she bit him on the throat and sucked out of him a little while but he pushed her and kicked her private part.