Romans & histoires Abyss King

Even if they defeated the abyss— the King might not survive it. The thought hit harder than expected. Because somehow, she no longer wanted him to die. The King looked toward her briefly. And for one strange second, it felt like he understood. The abyss noticed too. “ATTACHMENT.” Its voice dripped with amusement. “YOU ALWAYS BECOME ATTACHED.” The King’s expression darkened instantly. “SILENCE.” But the abyss kept speaking. “You love them now.” The battlefield trembled harder.

“What is your name, Master of the Deep? What was the first word you spoke when the light went away?” ​The Abyssal King laughed, and the sound sent ripples of agony through our psychic link. “My name is the sound of a heart stopping, Weaver. My name is the silence of the salt. You cannot speak it without dying.” ​“Try me,” Winnie challenged. ​I felt her reach out, her spirit diving deeper into the King’s consciousness. She was looking for the core, the original thread that had been discarded at the beginning of time. She was ignoring the grief and the anger, searching for the single point of truth.

I try to sound menacing as I say his name, but no matter how I say it, it comes out as a giggle. “Razor,” the other guy says loudly, and I hear his footsteps running towards me quickly. Propping myself up on another crate, I wait for the other guy to approach me. As he comes into view, I hop off the crate and keep a wide smile on my lips. “I am sorry, but Razor is unavailable at the moment. He’s busy.” I say in my smart-ass voice. The man looks me up and down, but I don’t take my eyes off his hands. “You have got to be kidding me,” the man laughs. “You are the Lycan King’s lead assassin? Aren’t you also his secretary?”

I dragged my gaze up from his lips, locking eyes with my terrified, beautiful King. "Let him come," I whispered, my voice dripping with dark, absolute arrogance. "I conquered your Abyss, Franco. And I will happily bury the man who built it."

The word slave burned me and my hands pressed flat to the table. “He is not...” I cut myself off before I betray myself more. Malrik’s silence was sharper than any blade. “This is about the curse.” I exhaled. “The Abyssal Throne,” Father said, voice rough with age and fury. “Every king bound to it was forced to pay the same price. To ascend, his mate must be noble-born. Without it, the kingdom decays.” The flames hissed in the hearth. “And if one not noble-born is claimed?” I asked, though my I already knew the answer.

The king's darker skin complexion and long dark hair made him appear more regal, while Magnus's lighter skin shade reminded me of his angelic past. "Basilea had reminded me that she's a demon succubus and needed more beings to feed on sexually. She had the privilege to do so under her previous king. So I wanted you to give yourself to her when she wants you to." There was no hesitation in his words as if demanding one of his higher rank generals to fuck his demon succubus sex slave was an everyday chore for the guy. I can't help myself to smile on the inside, thinking king Armand is such an enigma. He knows that I can easily seduce his general but he instructed the man instead. Men.

We'll I'd get him to do the two both. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back biting my lips as he sucked and moaned into my lips rubbing his dick against mine. I pulled away and saw a glint of smugness in his eyes. oh my Sunshine. you don't know what is about to hit you. I yanked his hips so he moved even forward and pressed hard against em. he wrapped his arm around my neck and smiled. "So what are you going to do now Mr Abyss. you're So so hard..." he reached for my dick again and I let him.

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

Too shocking to be processed in these constantly changing phases. The king was...."Atlas."

The signal never reached my fingers. The great hall, the watching court, the sealed confirmations, and the man who had conceded too easily all narrowed to a single point of failing light. My balance went in one clean motion. The heavy gown followed. The last thing I felt was the hard edge of the dais coming up to meet me and the sharp pull of Alaric’s alarm through the bond as the entire court watched the newly confirmed consort of the Obsidian throne faint in the middle of the coronation sequence.