Abomination Book Novels & Stories

Angelina was so ashamed of who she was and what she had become that she stormed into her bedroom, shut the door, and then sat down on the edge of the bed. The unspeakable atrocities from her history continued to haunt her, and she was helpless to stop herself from succumbing to their influence over her. She yearned to rid herself of all of the revolting sensations that she was presently going through with all of her might. However, her past washed over her like downpour.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

she hissed. I chuckled. I remembered how I wanted to memorize her profile, now it came clear that my previous description of her was a perfect match. She resembled a barking chihuahua. Nonetheless, my kindness reached its limit. I stretched on my seat and smiled beamingly. “Dear Sonia, as you kindly pointed out before, I am a writer, so I tend to look at everyone as book characters… and there is stereotypical character like you in the books, dramas, and movies – a woman with low-intelligence and low-self esteem level, her wardrobe is always lacking since she is desperate for male attention. She constantly seeks victims to attack, just to show off her false superiority, then she usually disap

Hera answered for him. “ Five centuries ago, the Ishtar king, Uber attempted this very ritual in an attempt to wipe out all Abnormals and take Ocrad for his own. At the time, a Kitsune Queen ruled these lands, back when all Abnormals villages were united and acted as one and humans lived in the outskirts, little more than savages. Until Ubar rose to power and organized the humans into a rebellion, only the Ishtar can read that particular Grimoire; listed in it are magic spells explicitly made to kill Abnormals Ubar taught humans. Over the centuries, they have been passed down from generation to generation, hence why the Ishtar are so formidable.

"They are called abominations in most of the older texts. Considered violations of the natural boundary between magical and shifter bloodlines." The word landed in the room with a weight that nobody rushed to fill. I sat with it for a moment, feeling its edges. Abomination. I had been called worse things by people who knew nothing true about me. The word stung but it did not reach the deep place it might have reached six months ago, before Moonveil, before Thorian, before I had learned what it felt like to be seen accurately and loved completely. "What else?" I said evenly.

I start picking through the small pile of dusty books finding mostly descriptions of executions—infant executions. These aren’t informational books, they’re histories, and our history is darker than I knew. Abominations or not, I don’t think I could kill a child in the crib. Hundreds of stories, hundreds of lives snuffed out, but then how many lives did their sacrifice save? What monsters would these children have become? By the time I’ve finished the third book, I’ve learned nothing, and I’m not sure I can take anymore. I eye the fourth and final book. It’s older than the rest from the look of it. The title scrolled across its cracked leather binding long faded and eligible.

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.

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey

The bed creaked like it was begging for mercy. Lucian’s voice dropped even lower. “You like that?” OH MY GOD. I slapped a hand over my mouth before I screamed. Who the hell gave him the right to look that hot?! That… animalistic. Dominant. Focused. Possessive. I shouldn’t be watching this. I REALLY shouldn’t be watching this. But I couldn’t. Look. Away. His back muscles were insane. His abs? Sculpted by Greek gods. The way his hair was messy, sticking to his forehead from sweat. The way his hand wrapped around the girl’s neck—

Rather, for the first time since I laid eyes on him, he looked wounded, like somehow whatever I said next had the ability to deal a killing blow. As much as I didn't want to believe it, it made sense. Far more sense than anything else I've ever been told about this war. The big thing, though, it made sense with what I had seen in that cell. The painful cries, that manic laughter, everything just made sense. When we were learning about the war in history, the professor had just told us that the Beastial kingdom attacked them at the treaty signing, then restarted the war, but that hadn't sat well when we started learning about the battles. He had specifically said that the front lines were uno