Another Word For Abominable Novels & Stories

the soft, whispery voice hisses like a snake, "Who was he? But not who are we? Or...who are you, child, and why are you seeing such strange things?" I take a step back, uncertain about what to say, "Did he really turn into a wolf?" "A wolf? That monster is not of my creation," she exclaims, "No. He is an abomination. But you... you are an abomination as well." "However," she reaches for my face, gripping it before I pull away, "You are not a monster." "I don't understand," I say, bewildered by her cryptic words. Nothing she says makes sense—it's all a riddle. "What do you mean by 'I'm an abomination'?"

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.

“Abominable witchcraft?” She stopped. “Abominable?” she grinned. “The abomination happened a long time ago. I was a victim of it. The Goddess didn't save me. I had to seek power from the dark one,” she points a finger at me. “You, wolves are the abominations.” “Well, you can try to use me. It wouldn't work.” A sadistic grin took over her face. “Oh poor child,” she tutted, running her nails over my face. “This is just the start.”

Truly, I hated myself for it. "But I cannot fully save you if you go running back to the devils-" "Oh please," Lilith whispered. "… I do not understand what you're doing here with these…" her face twisted in confusion and horror as she searched for the right word to show her disgust and irritation. "Ugh!" she groaned, giving up all too soon. "Vermins," Kolten interjected, helping out. Lucian snorted loudly, "Meh. We've been called worse."

Am I guilty of this sin? Hell, Yes! I was going crazy but I didn't stop reading. As I read I saw Bible verses that speak more about it. The words that caught my eyes were as follows. Abomination, degrading passion, unnatural, an indecent act, and an error, even worthy of death. I stopped suddenly as tears that had been brimming finally spilled, wetting my lashes and running down my cheeks. I watched my tears come down on my Bible and I closed it and held it to my chest.

I lashed out, anger suddenly flaring within me. Sir Wilson came forward looking expectantly at me, his hands outstretched calmly as if looking for a way to pacify the situation. "In all my years as a traveler and a negotiator, I have seen different kinds of wolves and made peace with different species of beings, but this... this isn't natural.” “This is something evil. This is—“ he paused as if afraid to utter the word. “An abomination,” Minister Elais finished his voice grave.

“She looks like trouble.” “She looks like she hasn’t brushed her hair.” “She looks like she fell down the stairs.” “She looks like she spilled tea on herself.” I smiled sweetly. “Hello, everyone. Yes, I’m alive. No, I don’t know why either.” Gasps. Rylan choked on air. Damon pinched the bridge of his nose. A woman whispered loudly, “She’s an abomination.” I turned to her. “Sweetheart, if I’m an abomination, you’re a whole disaster.”

I can’t remember ever wanting someone so badly. “Yes, you’re right. As sure as hell you’re an abomination,” I say with my back to her. My heart sinks in dismal despair. I hate myself for saying this, but there’s no other way. If I'm ever to consider her anything more than a strigoi, then I'm the abomination.

Akshay asked me while rummaging through his phone. "You feed me, please." I requested while pouting at him. "I am not doing it. Its so messy, Eat yourself." He said while staring disgustingly at paanipuri. "How can someone hate paanipuri?" I asked him while huffing to show my anger. "Baby, not everyone loves paanipuri. It's just Indian female specie which is mad behind paanipuri." Akshay snorted while telling me his self invented fact.

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.