The Story Of Abel Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

Abel. Of all the things he had done in the name of progress, Abel remained the one experiment that refused to stay buried. That man had taken punishment and recovered from it in ways that should not have been possible, bruises fading too quickly, wounds knitting together faster than they should, a disturbing promise of resilience that had fascinated Jax even as it unnerved him. Abel had survived it all, and then he had escaped, slipping through their fingers like water.

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."

Kade POV "He went after her." Abel said it like he was still processing it. Which he probably was. We both were. "He went after her," he said again. Looking at the road ahead. "Nero. The Dark Alpha. Beast Slayer. Rode four hours alone too get his wife back from another Alpha's territory." "Yes." "And he couldn't just. Wait." "Clearly not." Abel was quiet for a moment. "Good," he said finally. Quieter. "It's about time."

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.

“Because I know he never meant to whip me that night. I know his heart. I know the real Abel, the one who no one cares to figure out because everyone believes as the first son, he's meant to be this big, bad guy, but he's actually nice. He only pretends otherwise to please your father.” At that he laughed and poured himself another drink. “That's quite... interesting. Now take a good look at me. I might not be your favourite from all my brothers, but I swear to God, I'm the best out of us all. I answer to nobody. I make my fucking rules, and everyone follows them. Even my father respects me.” “And kidnapping your nephew? Causing chaos everywhere you go? Being thick-headed and terrifying most

Laylan could see the tears in his eyes as he pleaded. She could feel a pain in her heart at his predicament. “Of course, sweetheart. I will help you,” she announced as she brought her hand up to his cheek. She began trying to figure out how to tell him about his life. She stayed the night, explaining the good things of his life. They decided that this was a new start to his life so he chose to take the name Abel instead of Zelimir. As he said, his life as Zelimir was over and his new life was just beginning as Abel. “So, Laylan, were we in love?” Abel asked, the look on his face, was genuine and sweet. Laylan could feel her heart swell from the innocent look upon his face.