Abomination Novel Novels & Stories

True the mate would be changed and the two new mates would be happy for some time, however, it clearly showed that their afterlife was horrid, changing fate was an abomination and their souls were now forever chained to the book and the children that came hither from their abomination-where abominations themselves. An idea struck her suddenly, " what about the ‘destroy a mate spell?’ Isn't that what was used in the Dark Age? It should be the original spell." Abigail's eyebrows furrowed taking the book backflipping till the first page, she watched the lines dance across the page but this felt much like the previous one, " destroy a mate" she trailed her hands across the words, " this one has

The years of entitlement, the careful lies, the callous disregard for others—it all came crashing down around her in a horrifying torrent. The monster inside of her, the one that had orchestrated a murder in high school and the attack on Megan, was now staring at her in the mirror. She looked at the knife in her hand, then at Megan, her face now a canvas of grief and defeat. The reality of her situation, the years of privilege, the looming exile, the cold hard truth of her own monstrousness—it all came crashing down around her. Just then, Detective Amelia Vance, who had discreetly positioned herself on the far side of the warehouse, saw her opening. Lizbeth's attention was fully on Megan, he

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.

Jada was a little frustrated as she had sworn to be Frank's shield, and not only was she unable to help, but she had to rely on Frank when it mattered too. Opposite them, Rudy snorted. "Guess it's my honor to see the man chosen by the Shagan spiritron vein in action! Even if I'm not getting what I want, I'm sure I'm not far!" And as he finished, the abominations charged forward… and were floored in a minute. Several houses were crushed by the abominations, while they lay in pieces, oozing yellow goo endlessly. The goo was also corrosive, burning through anything and leaving it charred, be it concrete or dirt.

Abomination. The word rang in her ears. That was all she was. She was an abomination. The fruit created through a forbidden bond. Mira’s hands clenched by her side as she watched King Gladwin spitting venomous words to Ethan. Her eyes bore to King Gladwin’s head. Mira thought he was lucky that she was a baby during that time. If she wasn’t a baby, she would have killed him by herself.

She stood upright, trying to look composed, but her eyes kept flicking from shadow to shadow, and her foot wouldn’t stop bobbing — subtle tells, but I noticed everything. “You called?” I asked, grinning when she flinched at the sudden bang that echoed through the walls. Probably another one of my creatures testing the chains again. “Relax,” I murmured, still smiling. “Most likely another failed experiment trying to remember it still has limbs.” I thought of myself as an obvious god, but I wasn’t perfect. Some supernatural creatures rejected my blood — their bodies twisting, rebelling, until they became abominations. More beast than human.

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

There was only bookcase after bookcase filled to the point of overflowing with books, rolled pieces of parchment, and files. "I'm not the one who just got over being poisoned. I'm perfectly fine standing, princess." I just sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to give this one up, and sat down in the chair. Nova instantly hopped off my shoulders and took a piece of meat for herself. She knew I didn't mind. Honestly, I was so used to maybe eating once a day that coming here was the most food I've ever even seen in a day, let alone could actually eat myself.

And now, something was wrong—terribly wrong. It felt like my body was rejecting everything else but him. “Get him to the couch,” someone else said, more urgent this time. I was being lifted, carried, but it felt like floating through fog. My skin burned. My heart wouldn’t slow down. My wolf scratched beneath my skin, restless and angry. I’d heard about this. The mate bond reacting violently when ignored—when one mate pulled away or denied the connection. But why now? Why this sudden crash? Unless…

Copyright ©️ 2021. PETILLANT ALBA. All rights are reserved. This is a fantasy novel . All the characters,places ,names and events are all extracted from my imagination. Any resemblance to the real characters,places incidents etc. are coincidental. Since this story is all my creativity so the story will be in consonance with my imaginations. WARNING: It's a dark romantic novel, so there will be mature scenes in it which might be triggering for some of you so read at your own risk.