Another Word For Abominable Novels & Stories

For the moment. “I’d give you ten dollars for the pleasure of ripping out her throat,” a menacing voice rang out. “Tsk, tsk. Now, don’t be rude. She can be bred. Now wouldn’t that be irony for ya?” another crowed. The crowd thought it was hilarious. I was hyperventilating. This wasn’t how I imagined my last days would be. I was innocent, never hurt a single living thing. Unlike my parents. But these were animals, werewolves, an abomination. That was what they instilled into us from birth. We should annihilate abominations.

Jamie felt like face-palming himself, Abiagan had gotten wind of the concept of mates just from spending time with the little girl… only God knows what else he had learnt from their so called books session. Actually… Abiagan…. Mates, it's not that simple. It's a sacred and big word for us werewolves, and shouldn't be said anyhow.” Jamie saw the light dim in the boy's eyes, "I am not saying i don't like it… but to avoid attention, only call me that when we are alone.” Jamie hurriedly replied. “Owww…” Abiagan eyes widened in realization, before a smile plastered his face. “Mates”

“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.”

He said "No father. I don't see how could you possibly justify killing an innocent person just because you hate them. They're people, father" I said as I glared at him. "I wouldn't refer to them as people If I were you. I prefer to refer to them as abomination. They're rebelling against the moon goddess. They deserve to be wiped off from the face of this Earth" if I wasn't so angry. I would have been taken aback from the venom that his voice held, the pure hatred. I found it unsettling that he would tell me that he wished my mate had died but I couldn't exactly tell him that, could I?

That woman can cause more damage with her words than anyone can with torture tools. “My Lord, I didn’t mean to offend you. Ever, I swear, I have never thought of ever disappointing you like this,” the demon coughs. As my eyes focus on him, I can’t help but feel disgust. Mortals speak of us as higher, immortal beings, capable of anything, but instead, my home is filled with weaklings like him. Pathetic. “You’re just as useful as tits on a bull,” I snarl, realizing that I am, in fact, turning into some alternate version of Lenox. God damn it.

They were the Tainted. Half-human, half-wolf abominations that stood on two legs, towering over the average human. Their bodies were grotesquely muscled, with jaws that could swallow a man’s head and claws as long as daggers. Their eyes were the worst part—the pupils were vertical slashes, exploded and bloody, set in whites so bloodshot they appeared a sickening, demonic red. They were the bane of the all supernatural kind. Crazed creatures with only one drive: bloodlust.

I said raising my voice, trying to compete with his loudness. "How could you just give something like this up! You are an ungrateful bitch!" He yelled taking me by surprise. Ungrateful? How could I thank him for wanting to turn me into the monster that he is. "This is not something I want, yes the power and fortune sounds amazing but I can't take this offer. I couldn't do that to Justin." I said whispering the last part. "Justin?" He asked out of anger. Fuck he heard me. "Justin Bieber?! How dare you even speak of him? That boy is completely vexing and maniacal." He spoke as more anger rose within him at the mention of his name.

she was barely able to say; though her voice was shaky, the words felt like a rebuff to free her from the limitations of her own body. The sword similarly being ready to strike at any moment for the hooded figure, a low rumble of laughter left his lips, the sound of it an eerie haunt in the dungeons. ‘ "Now you do not need to know who I am, girl. You just need to understand that this rule of abomination will end with me. ’ Amelia looked confused and she was—but this was mixed with the feeling of fear. It was not until the moment when the stranger called her an ‘abomination,’ ‘Even your existence is a sin!’ The figure in the hood stepped forward and glared at the cage. ”

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

"No. A warning against seeking one. The language implies that people have tried to find alternatives before. They've all led to something worse than the three official choices. The text uses the word 'abomination' four times in that one short passage." "Worse than everyone dying?" Kharo challenged. "According to this, yes. Worse than death. Worse than apocalypse. Worse than eternal damnation. The warning is clear: stick to the three choices, because the fourth path is something so terrible that even the ancients, who apparently thought mutual apocalypse was an acceptable option, wanted to make sure no one ever tried it." Bliss was silent for a long moment, her eyes distant. Then she looked a