Abomination Book Novels & Stories

The freak rolled his eyes in anticipation. “Angela,” Andras repeated. - I will accompany you. The small wings flapped vigorously, carrying the Abomination forward. "Hurry, demon. Not every earthly decade one of the people leaves us. Pointing a short finger at the rocks, the Abomination turned off the path trodden and burnt by the flames of Purgatory. “That’s the fastest way,” the freak whispered excitedly, rubbing his small palms and licking his incredibly large wide tongue. “Angel, angel, angel,” he repeated and repeated, periodically erasing the saliva that had run up.

"What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?" "I'm just saying that I'm never going to be anything like you, a corrupted soul who fought evil with evil. You were once a good man, but now, all I see is detritus garbage, greedy for power. You've changed for the worst now you've become the very thing you hated." "I am not evil! I'm doing the right thing. It's all for the people of Yves!"

Its muscle rippled with an unearthly purple sheen I knew could only come from one source. The Millemaria. Its darkened energy had warped this captive beyond redemption...into nothing but a killing machine. Our battle was upon us - and escape with our lives was no simple feat against this abomination spawned by forbidden magics. The lab's diabolical agenda was deadlier than we ever imagined… Sebastian was fastest to react, meeting the abomination's charge with his own. Their bodies collided with a thunderous crack that shook the forest floor. But the twisted creature recoiled instantly, unaffected. A laugh as cold as death echoed from its lips.

Malone was naked on the bed with the succubus sat astride him. She watched in mute horror as the loathsome thing squirmed up and down, grinding its dirty buttocks and groin over Malone's erect penis. Its wrinkled hide, festering with pustules and boils, splashed globules of pus and serous fluid in all directions. It was a scene of utter defilement. Abigail stepped back in a daze, she must act quickly otherwise Malone would die. But what could she do? Could she kill the thing without killing Malone? She was desperate to act, but dread and uncertainty retarded her mind and petrified her body. Think! Think! For fuck's sake think, she inwardly screamed at herself. But thought eluded her. She was

Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top. The book on the table had been opened to its centre. And the way the chairs around the table had been set up gave Kevin a hunch that a group was here recently, reading. He glanced through the pages of the book on top and found the picture of a tortured girl. Her eyes were sworn open to keep them from closing—so that she could watch as her body was disembowelled. There was a text written just below it—it was a Latin translation. Another book on the shelf caught his eyes; its cover had the image of a man screaming while he watched his innards being pulled out through his stomach. Kevin threw his face away in d

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

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.

As I go to hit my fist into the wall once more, I hear Finn's words from our last conversation. “But you can’t…” What did he mean by that? Does he know what will happen if I set her free? Maybe I should give him a call. There is also one more book I can look it up in but there is a chance that Samuel might not have it in his library. I pick up the phone and dial 3 once more. Samuel answers. “Samuel, I was wondering if you had one more book in your library?” “Which book?” “It is a very rare book and I know that there are not very many copies left of it as most of them were destroyed by some that thought the contents gave away too many secrets. It is called ‘The book of Forbidden Supernatural

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

“The First… what?” Adrian’s grip tightened around her, the skin along his spine prickling. “Explain.” Lilith exhaled softly, something almost like reluctance brushing her tone. “When the first purebloods were created, they weren’t meant to exist alone. They were born from experiments, mistakes, sacrifices. For every successful pureblood, a dozen abominations formed—creatures without form or sanity, living shadows given hunger but no restraint.” Emily felt her stomach churn. “So Gabriel… turned into one?”