Abomination Book Novels & Stories

“Remain still, if you want your friend to live.” After that, she closed her eyes, her mind drifting far away. But before she got swallowed into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, she heard a voice whisper, “She’s the Abomination.”

The voice was shrill, and raspy at the same time. The forbidden stepped out from the treeline on my left. Its clothes were tattered, its human form had a misshapen head, and he leaned to the right dragging his ankle with him. He most resembled a zombie out of a horror movie. His skin seemed to sag from his bones. “What then, what am I?” I asked, turning to face him. “Abomination.” It yelled, raising its arm and pointing at me. “Well come then, let us rid this world of the abomination,” I say, smiling.

After the strange man had gone, I decided to check the name written on the card and I saw Eden Anderson , the CEO of Anderson Inventions , also the Alpha of Redmoon pack and what I had noticed earlier was that he had only one eye and the other was covered by a black patch. It was so strange how so many weird people existed in the world.

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.

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.

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—