Story Of Abel の小説・ストーリー

Ellis says and I am kind of confused by that statement. “Aren’t they like together taking care of the kids, or married?” They both laugh when I mention that. “If Abel would be married, I’m pretty sure you would have known about it, and again, he would never in a million years marry that woman, hell if she is still alive, she belongs in jail,” Clay says, and now I am more confused than I was before. “I don’t get it.” “Abel has been taking care of those kids on his own since the day they were born. Their mother was a con and a thief, who kind of charmed her way into his bed and got pregnant for him.” My eyes shoot wide open in shock when Clay says that.

"I didn't want to be at the party anymore, so I left. The rogues came out of nowhere, they wanted to do things…" I look up and see everyone's eyes on me, Alpha Eligor looks furious, so I need to sell the story more to hopefully elicit some sort of sympathy. I swallow, tasting blood in my mouth that isn't mine. "They told me they were going to rape me, all of them, before they killed me." My dad's hands tighten on my arms, but I look up at Alpha Eligor and see he's listening. "One of them touched me, he grabbed my waist and held me against a tree, tore my clothing. Then Abaddon was there, he pulled him off of me and killed him, he killed them all."

I was more and more fascinated in all of Borda family affairs. “Mr. Romero… would you tell me, what happened to Mr. Abel, he died right?” “Yes… he died in a plane crash exactly one year after his ex-wife committed suicide. As you may already assume… there were many people talking that his son's curse was to blame for that. That is why, Young Master lived most of his life with constant accusations of killing his mother and father… I'd like to think that Master Ables's death was the heaven's punishment for abandoning his own child,” Mr. Romero claimed.

Dominic, who had been quietly listening and watching all this while, was equally shocked. “What did you just say?” I asked, unable to believe what I just heard. “I broke up with her because she murdered a woman in cold blood,” Abel said. “Autumn poisoned the woman because she was jealous that the woman liked me, right in my presence. She is evil and vile, Mr. Dante,” he added.

This felt wrong. "Well, I guess not that far back. But almost." Zander stretched and gripped his neck. "I know it sounds weird to you. Our people's origin stories are different from your bible stories. Sethians believe the original races started with three brothers, Cain, Abel, and Seth. Similar to your bible, of course, but the sethian story shifts in a different direction. Like your story, Cain turned against his brother, Abel, and killed him. And like your story, Cain was cursed. How he was cursed is where the stories diverge. In our legend, the curse changed Cain into the first akharu. Because Cain spilled his brother's blood, blood became the most important thing in his life, his addict

He completed and I figured there were so many holes in the story. The fact that I had never seen a spirit wolf before and I believed they were extinct, even though I had some of their so-called abilities because my father claimed his grandfather was one, I did not believe what I had just heard. But the name Abel Wey kept popping up, which meant there might be some significance to the story.

What if Abel was one of them? Abel was all alone in the Castle. The Prince cursed under his breath. He had to get back as soon as possible. ***

’ “No!” Abel roared up into the sky. Tristan was his son, the greatest pride of his life, and he was also the greatest hope for Missouri’s Colemans. Everyone had been counting on him to grow up quickly so that he would be able to lead the Colemans of Missouri to new heights, breaking the shackles of the eight great royal families and climbing even higher than ever. But now. All those expectations and hopes were shattered. His heart was crying tears of blood. “You, you all dare kill my son?!

He shrugged, facing away from Zadkiel and busied himself in making his bed. “Yeah. Sure.” Zadkiel said, still smiling at him. “Look all I’m saying is that we know how it happens. We grow up. They fucking get us married to a girl from the other girls’ orphanage whom we had never seen before in our life and then kick us out in the world to make our own life. I’m just saying you have a chance to get out of here.” Abel tried to make Zadkiel understand. “I’m not gonna live that long, Abel. Doesn’t matter.” Zadkiel said, sitting back on his bed and Abel sat on his own, facing Zadkiel.

Ronan asked quietly. “Jax left.” Xavier blinked. “What?” Abel let out a humorless sound. “Base went quiet. Guards rotated out. Scientists got lazy.” He smirked weakly. “And I was finally healed, strong enough to snap a few necks.” Ronan raised a brow. “Define ‘a few.’” Abel shrugged. “Enough.” Despite everything, Ronan huffed a tiny laugh. Abel continued, voice dropping again. “I escaped. Ran until my lungs bled. Hid in the waste for days. Weeks maybe. Time… blurred.” He sighed. “I kept going because I thought maybe… maybe you still gave a shit about me.”