Abomination Book Novels & Stories

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

Shadows twisted unnaturally around them, curling along the walls and floor. Emily's lantern caught a figure at the far end of the room—a mummy, perfectly preserved, its wrappings decorated in gold, and most strikingly, a jackal-headed mask staring back at them. "Is that… a king?" Eric asked, his voice tight. Caleb shook his head slowly. "Not a king." Ivana's breath caught. "Anubis?" she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the jackal-headed form. Emily shivered, stepping closer. "Isn't he a god?This… this is beyond anything we imagined.Why would a god be buried"

"How about I tell you how much I broke him to be my little bitch." "No..." I gasp, covering my ears. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" "Marry me, or else I will fill your hope of love with blood." Devin's chin over my head. Unsure what he meant, but as I turned around, I screamed as if I had discovered something horrible. And I did. I see not the church's interior but a stack of dead bodies covered in blood. "No! No!" Devin's malicious laugh echoes around me. I panicked and was stunned; I could feel my head whirling. I count back at Devin with fear, in which he seems amused. The blade in his hand at Liam's neck sliced the skin and threw him down.

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?!

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.

"Have that abomination killed. At once." ***

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

About how some of the infected—the Abominations—were still capable of being cured if isolated early enough. Grimkeeper wanted to master infection. She wanted to stop it. So they danced. A game of silence and survival. She never answered his questions aloud. Only in her notebook. Only in theories and codes. She made sure to write everything in shorthand—part English, part Latin, part sheer gibberish only she understood. But the room knew. And sometimes, it showed her things. Visions. Like this morning. The glass rippled and revealed Emma. Sarah had jolted upright as the image swirled into clarity—Emma standing in the ruins of a temple, her hands pressed to Long’s dying body, golden light pour