Abomination In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Every word was a hammer blow, chipping away at the fragile wall I had built around my not so little secret. “You see, this one passage, in particular, stands out,” Amora pressed further, "In rare instances, a male child may be born with the Omega's mark. Such beings are considered abominations, harbingers of misfortune. Their existence is to be concealed at all costs.” She looked at me, searching my eyes for any hint to give her the confirmation she wanted… “Interesting, wouldn't you say?” She added. “Your Highness, I don't particularly take pleasure in reading ancient texts.” I said, sounding as polite as possible.

How do you argue with a verdict that speaks not only temporal, but eternal, jurisdiction? A raw, raw scream issued from him, there in the stillness of his car. It was the scream of a foundation eroding. The last anchor to the man he once was—the good husband, the church attendance, the upstanding citizen of the community—was not just cut; it was broken on the anvil of scripture and divine fire. He cranked up the car and sped away, the image of the notice board burning in his mind. The "Abomination of Power." No longer just the Scandalous Heir. An Abomination. A man of biblical sin, held high like a scarecrow to terrify the righteous.

“He wrapped me with that, I couldn't stand up but I watched how he brutally killed the Lycan.” I stepped closer, heart hammering. “Do you hear a name?” “He called him the abomination,” Maya revealed, turning to me. “He's the abomination.”

Charles lowered his head, shaking it in denial and chuckling. “I’m talking about that thing that looks like a child! What they call a clone! This scientist dared to desecrate the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ and create an abomination...! An aberration! We want that demon spawn, and the man who created it! That isn’t our Lord on earth; it’s the product of Satan!” People who were in the vicinity begun to gossip, and many of them recorded what was happening with their cell phones. “I have no idea what you are saying. Here we don’t...”

One that threatened to overpower everyone else in the room before it started to settle down. In the corner the wolf who led this creature to the warehouse looked on with terrified eyes. He had heard that humans who were marked by a werewolf would transition into a wolf, but he didn’t realize it would happen with other creatures as well! As the new creature stood from the bed the wolf shook in fear. Not a vampire, not a wolf… This was an Abomination.

He turns for a moment, stares at me, and then bounds off into the forest. And the Abomination he unseated turns to face me. This one is as tall as the previous one, with the same empty, dark orange eyes, the powerful snout and jaw, his hand clasped around a spear. He snorts as he approached, swinging the weapon like it is an extension of his arm.

I plead and beg, “TAKE ME!” Blaze and Aries are on either side of me, while Landon and Elion watch the Guardians, I look to Blaze, “She won’t take me.” A sob rips deep from within my chest. “I’m sorry my sister, I should have…. I should have….” Unexpectedly someone laughs, a hysterical out of control laugh, I turn to see its Asim. His face flushed a feral smile on his face, “Abomination should never have been born!” he says scathingly, in a flash I have my hands wrapped around his throat.

Fear sat deep in my stomach and I subconsciously took a few steps back. The whispering began again from the crowd. "Did she just say that?" "She called him an abomination." "She's so dead." He walked into the crowd. I wasn't sure what happened but a couple of heads dropped. I couldn't scream, no one could. You could just be next. The stench of urine filled the air. Someone had peed themselves. For my sake, I hoped it wasn't me. "Wrong choice of words, Darling." He smirked, walking up to me.

He didn’t like thinking of their love as a travesty, but knew that was how most of the pack would view it, and knowing that they would think that about him created a sense of sadness and shame. “But add to it that her preference has always been blatant, and the effect that has had on the Triquetra’s stability… She is a diseased limb. You must amputate it to save the rest of the body.” Abigail continued and Cameron felt a fission of surprise pass up his spine.

Ryder added, kneeling beside us. "I watched you survive eighteen years of abuse without becoming cruel like the Vales. Watched you choose kindness when bitterness would have been easier." "That's not someone who destroys – that's someone who refuses to let destruction define her." But the dark voice was relentless. 'They're lying to make you feel better. Deep down, they know the truth – you're a mistake. A hybrid that should never have existed. An abomination.' That word – abomination – carried the weight of all the Vale's cruelty, all the supernatural councils' fear, all the doubt I'd internalized over eighteen years.