Abomination In A Sentence Novels & Stories

‘What did you say? After letting out a shuddering breath, Zaramanni locked eyes with the girl who scoffed again, disbelief on her face. ‘Don’t… call… me an… abomination.’ The words managed to come out and Zaramanni seemed to find little strength. ‘I am not an abomination! I am as human as you are! No one should run when they see me!’ Tears poured out of Zaramanni’s eyes as she screamed her burning thoughts into the girl’s face.

Those crimson eyes that had brought me so much peace, stone-cold as he stared at me. “Do not ever say that again!” He snapped, leaning closer. “I can never be mated to someone so despicably weak.” “P-please!” I whimpered, tears coating my eyes as I tried to free myself, but it was no use. I was too weak. “You’re..hurting me!” Something flashed in his eyes as he stared at me, before pushing himself off me, taking a step back as He shook his head. “You’re an abomination.” I gripped my neck as I fell to my knees, coughing out as I searched for air to breathe, my chest heaving. I stared up at him through my tears, and I froze as he stared at me. The disgust was too clear to see.

He muttered to himself. The door clicked shit behind him. Silence rushed in, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the sound of my own breathing. I struggled against the ropes again, but with each movement it bit deeper into my skin. This was a reminder that I was powerless. My body ached from sitting on this chair, but what hurt the most was that one simple word. Abomination. ***

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.

Ye abomsinal abdonimal abdominal asshole. ‘Abominable, you mean.’ I corrected her. We did not sign up for this, bro. Nick signed. I could not deny it. I indeed never signed up for this. ‘What ye frowning at? Ye think ye poferful–’ ‘Powerful.’ ‘Ye think ye super-superri-superior. Ye are a mudered.’ ‘Umm…well I think I am just breathing and functioning just fine to pass that.’ It took me a while to register that she was not looking at me for a corpse. She was accusing me of turning the corpse.

“For someone whose mate is an abomination, and also carries abomination in her womb.” My claws slid out instantly, scraping against stone. Elijah shifted beside me, ready for whatever is to come., “Watch your mouth,” I growled. “Speak of my mate with respect, or you won’t speak again.” They laughed. “She is a mistake,” one of them said calmly. “A hybrid should never exist. Her children will never exist.” My power surged violently, cracking the floor beneath my feet. “You think you are gods,” I said, my voice shaking the room. “But I have killed monsters far worse than you.”

I creep closer, keeping myself tucked behind the brushes surrounding the cavern of tranquillity, watching as they exchange heated remarks. “You should’ve let me kill them,” Aubrey complains, her tone heightened with agitation as she remains oblivious to my presence not far from where she stands, “-especially that bloody witch. They already have one abomination helping that mutt out; they don’t need another. Having one more on their side will only be a bigger problem for us later on down the line,” she patronises her companion, “-we should have taken care of her.”

Goosebumps appeared all over my skin. “I hope you understand now what needs to be done…” he whispered, coming closer to me. I tried to speak, but my throat grew heavy as the comprehension hit me. Hard. With a voice that drove my head deeper into my sins, he continued; “ You are an abomination, Cassian… the reason all of this started—” “—Your existence… is everyone’s doom…” The images on the other side of the barrier changed and I watched with wide eyes as everyone met their horrible end.

The question I had been expecting. My chest tightened, I looked at her, at those eyes—they pleaded for the truth. And I told her the only lie I could think of for now. "My parents were killed by wolves, I came here to find those who killed him, I came here to get revenge." She nodded slowly, taking it all in. "I don’t even feel like a wolf," she murmured, almost to herself. I tilted my head, "what do you mean?" "I’m an abomination." I already knew what it was, but I still asked, "what's that?"

His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army. Not wolves. Not even monsters. Abominations. Grotesque mockeries of wolves, twisted by forbidden magic. Their bodies hunched, spines broken in unnatural ways, their fur patchy and matted with rot. Some walked on two legs. Others dragged their limbs like broken marionettes. Their eyes glowed with a sick green light. Their breath hissed with acidic vapor, melting the grass where they walked. And among them— I saw Lana. Or… what was left of her.