Jin Abominable Novels & Stories

“Juste, why?” Lord Abirham asked Juste about his disgraceful behavior. He was his only child, so it was very hard for him to get totally angry with him. Juste wanted to tell his king father that he hated his own kind, for eating human flesh out of greed for their supernatural gifts. But his lips couldn’t choose the right words to say. Deep down, he knows he will be insensitive to his own if he badmouths the nature of the fellhounds. So he bowed his head and kept silent.

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.

A creature stepped out of the bushes that looked familiar to me. “Jacob?” Abby said in shock. “How did you get out of the dungeons? What happened to you?” She stepped in front of me as if to shield me. The thing that had been Jacob laughed a horrible, gurgling laugh. “That’s right, Duchess. Your prince won’t be of any help now.” He took a step toward us, and Abigail backed up, forcing me to do the same. “What happened to you?” she demanded again, the fear evident in her voice. I noticed that Jacob’s skin was mottled and black, and the flesh seemed to be melting off. He made a squelching noise as he walked that made me nauseous.

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.

Helena ordered. "Fine, since you two claim not to be aware of the fact that your master had an acquaintance, I'm sure the two of you must've known that the girl was clearly an abomination, she was neither human or showed signs of being a vampire and as I'm sure you all may know the law, an abomination is someone said to not be a vampire entirely with the exclusion of a human who can be turned, once a vampire has come in contact with an abomination, they are expected to kill on target or face the consequences which is punishment by the royal committee." Luna concluded.

“Hands of the gods my foot. This woman is nothing but calamity and abomination. She is a harbinger of misfortune. We should appease the gods for touching the unclean.” “Listen to me. I said the hands of the gods because no one could have survived this. She had bled so much when they brought her here, yet she had the strength to bring forth the abominations.” Ejima’s stomach sank when she heard that. Abomination. That’s a term the midwives use for a child that had not formed properly in the womb or one that had not lived. Wait a minute... Did they say, babies? They had said babies, right? How many were they? Could it be that she had those demonic babies in her womb all this while?

In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

Running, Emma is forced to run after Baina, who pulls her hand while Abyan can only laugh before he gets into the car again. "Since when do you know who Mr. Abyan is, and why can he drive you?" Not the answer Baina received but just a laugh from Emma because Baina's question was like a criminal investigator. "Emma, I'm serious. You know, in the HSP, a lot of news about Abyan, who is very cruel because of his power," Baina said.

And then, the monsters breached the mist. They were horrifying. They were massive, grey-skinned abominations, their muscles bulging with sickening, unnatural proportions. Their chaotic, glowing purple eyes burned with mindless, explosive rage. To Mwajuma, they were the ultimate manifestation of the toxic, violent male spirit—beasts that existed only to destroy the beauty of the world.

It was the very first invasion when the rules were overlooked. The Soul of the Universe was furious at the grave noncompliance. HE almost wiped the supernaturals out had the fairies not interjected. Still, the moronic Vampire race takes pride in the massacre. In Shaach-eero, Absolam is an idol. I hurriedly intertwined my fingers with Ibhaan, eyes still on the demon. It could be a dilemma but I can feel the red blood-thirsty eyes on me. If I dare peer intently, I am sure I will find him licking his lips.