The Story Of Abel の小説・ストーリー

Travis staggared backwards in a drilling manner and was punched in the stomach taking him far away. "You are no match for me, Travis" Abel said and Travis just kept groaning. Abel stopped a punch coming from his side and smiled inwardly. "What do you take me for? A dog" Abel said piercing his hands through his chest taking out his heart which was slowly beating and dieing gradually. "You creatures are not meant to live, you are muderers" Travis said holding is stomach tight slowly standing. "You don't seem to get this thing, We kill other creatures not humans. We dont kill you hunters but you people disturb us, so all we do is self defence" Abel explained and kicked Trivas on the neck which

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.

“Sup, Nikoli. This is my wife, Livie. Join us for a bite?” Nikoli shakes his head. “Wife? That’s a damn shame. How did an asshole such as yourself manage to strike it rich?” Abel distracted me for a moment with his lewd remark. It finally sinks in that Abel labeled me as his wife. Again. Damn I’m slow today. I shoot death glares at him. The bastard has the balls to wink at me. “Guess I’m lucky that way. See you around?” Abel answers as he sets a plate of food in front of me.

Damon said softly. The werewolf began to laugh, his choked cackles echoing through the entire room, bouncing off the walls and returning to them. “That will never happen…” Abel wheezed. “Talk all you like, but we… are a divine creation…just like humans. I don’t know what you did to yourself… but you are NOTHING… but an ABOMINATION!” The words rolled off the Hunter like water over stone, and with another slashing motion from him, Abel’s head rolled to the floor, the echoes of his scream in the air.

“Abel slipped and fell into the freezing water.” Avery said and teared up. The tears in her eyes started dripping down her cheeks. It was the night she won’t ever forget in her entire life. The night Abel sacrificed his life for her sake. How can she hate such a man who didn’t think twice about dying for her?

It was light up so everyone could see but it was hard to notice that anyone stayed there. His Father seem to be part of the Founding group. As he walked alongside a few other men that heped get everyone together to be a hunter. They were all trained and worked tirelessly to good at what they do. They read about the wolves and understood them... What they are capable of. Abel became quite famous after a while as he could see some of his Father's friends. They were happy to know him, even the kids as his Father was like a leader to the rest of the hunters. He got along with the kids and asked them if they ever believed what they were being told. A few of them believed while a few other didn't.

Kings don’t get to drown. “Abel’s family will be told he died a hero,” I said. “They will never go hungry in this Kingdom. His sons will be trained as they wish, warriors, scholars, both. His mate will be given every protection and comfort. Put it into law.” Samuel nodded once. “Done.” I turned to the three ex-hunters. “You fought at his side?” Kofi nodded. “He watched our backs. Right up to the end.” “Then you will speak of him in this Kingdom,” I said. “Use his name when you tell the story of today. You walk around breathing because my head warrior chose to stay one step behind you. Remember that.”

She beamed. "You're lucky, may I know your name?" Without hesitating, she said politely. "I am Abel. May I know what you're doing here all by yourself?" Blair stared at her, her cheerful face dropped, Abel noticed this and quickly said another thing. "I had wanted to run away just like you but then again I thought about it. It might look quite unprofessional, I will tell you my secret. I had a horse friend who was human but transformed into a horse by a princess from the Wizards kingdom. We became friends for weeks, I actually enjoyed his talks and then out of the blue, a crazy elf fell down from nowhere and landed on the grass…"

I whimpered loudly until I began to hiccup. Arnold was mute for some time before he proceeded. "Abel wanted to tell me his mother had done that, but I had traveled to your place then. He hated his mother, Alicia. It was traumatizing but I lived and survived throughout the year because of him. Abel changed his name saying he wants to forget everything that happened. How all his relatives were not able to survive in the burning house. He is living with the thought that he is a vicious breed. The only solution for me was to go back to the palace and make Abel live with a martial arts trainer in Genovia until he was of age to work as a guard."

He simply says and I shrug taking another sip of my wine. There is more to me than you think Abel. "What about you?" I inquired. "I just like getting wasted. No dark story to it." He proclaims. "And Saint, is there a dark story implied about his behaviour?" Abel pauses, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Curious." I add. "Mhm." He growls. "Well..." he trails off. "If you're wondering. Saint's background is dark, very dark and I personally think he should be the storyteller, not me."