Abomination Novel Novels & Stories

He shuddered with excitement and anger. Andras lazily threw over his back: - Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer. — How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food. Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved teeth into a human chest. Who lies on the ground, a man or a woman, can no longer be made out - a skeleton covered with leather. He threw up his arms, jerked his legs, tossed his head from side to side, and flapped his sunken, toothless mouth, loosely sewn up with thick threads.

“My ultimate werewolf killing machines…my Abominations! Genetically perfected to destroy! Nothing you have…nothing you are…can withstand them!” The creatures snarled and charged, shattering the injured soldiers who had been helping each other up and trying to get out of the battlefield. The beasts were brutal…attacking with a viciousness that no normal wolf or human could survive. Damon leaped forward instinctively, barreling into the first Abomination that came toward him. He landed on its back, tearing into the fleshy mutation with his claws and fangs, but the beast retaliated almost instantly, pulling him off and slamming him into a burning vehicle. Pain shot through him, but he rose imme

It felt fake and forced. Ava stared, speechless. The room felt too warm, the air thick with unspoken words. She bent to retrieve the portrait, a smear of paint blurring Lucas's face. The beautiful image she’d created was now ruined, a reflection of how she felt inside. "I… I should go," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. She turned and fled, the image of Lucas and Sophia kissing seared into her mind. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the already smudged portrait. She clutched it to her chest, the canvas rough against her skin. The betrayal, sharp and unexpected, cut deeper than she could have imagined. She’d poured her heart into that painting, just like she’d poured her heart into

Thanks to my terrible luck,I notice them just when I am a few inches from another foot. The two breakaway really fast and I stand there my hand covering my mouth.The lack of lighting makes it hard to make out their faces and I hope they cannot make out mine too.There is an awkward silence as each of us contemplating on how to react.The only way is where I am standing as the other side is fenced.Thing is,whoever leaves will have to pass through the light therefore if I do,they see my face. “Oh fuck!” One girl finally exclaims.I am starting to feel really weird.She stomps past me,pushing me against the tank.I feel transfixed to the ground and I don’t even turn around to see who she is.

She yawned. “I will admit it’s not what I expected.” Amaya smiled as a servant placed a tray in front of her and Abigail. “What did you expect?” Lazarus asked her, before I was able to. So I took a sip of my drink, it was like coffee, but made with sin. “Everything they taught me growing up told of fire and brimstone, demons that wanted to torture humans and enjoyed their pain. Basically, I always pictured it as a giant torture chamber with a man in a red suit with horns and a pitchfork hurting people.”

Ordinary people were not supposed to see them, but here, that rule simply did not apply. On the hospital bed, Amelia was half-leaning against a soft pillow. She had still been immersed in the weight lifted by Carl's words, but as soon as she sensed the sudden change in the room's atmosphere, she looked up and saw Ivan and Abel appear out of thin air. Her eyes instantly showed undisguised surprise, and her fingertips tightened slightly. After all, the Ivan and Abel she saw this time were completely different from before. Previously, Ivan and Abel wore sharp suits with work badges, holding the Death Book (a tablet), and had tattoos on their faces. Now, they had changed their appearance.

I felt it right in my jaw. "I hate all these small fights. I want actions! Give me a good fight, old man!" She hopped about in her spot, cracking her bones. Well, that's what I thought she was doing, until I noticed how her body cracked further, transforming into the same beast that I saw last night! The shifting formation was horrifying to even gaze at! No wonder their kind was called the abominable. They are hideous! "All these time we thought Argon's Luna had no wolf in her. But today, you are standing before me as the demon we've been seeking to end, " I said, getting to my feet, ready for battle.

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I walked over and shut the door but when I turned Antonia stood there with tears welling in her eyes, “he’s going to be so hurt by all this, he loves her already and she’s his mate, why, why did she do it again, she was good, wasn’t she.” My heart broke as a tear fell from her beautiful big brown eyes, my arms wrapped around her, keeping my voice calm, “I can help her again, but only when she really wants it, it will take time now for that to happen.” She looked up at me, “she said he, who is he?” I bit my bottom lip, “Abaddon, he’s a fallen angel, he’s the exact opposite of me, he’s destruction and chaos, he feeds on their torment, fears, leads them to destroying themselves so their souls w

The door was heavier than it looked, warped on its hinges, and Mira shouldered through it without slowing, the smell hitting her before her eyes had fully adjusted to the dim interior — copper, motor oil, something acrid underneath both that she recognized from a hundred worse nights as fear sweat, the particular smell a room gets when everyone in it is trying not to show how frightened they are. Somewhere above her, a single fluorescent tube flickered and buzzed, casting the whole scene in a sickly, intermittent light.