Abyss King Novels & Stories

Nurul Islam stroked Abrar's hair and began: "Once there was a king. His son was very honest. His grandson was even more honest. One day, the uncle came and said, 'I want the throne of the kingdom. If you want to save your grandson's life, you must fight...'" The room grew dim; everyone's eyelids grew heavy. But Arian knew—he would have to stay awake through the night. Because old enemies do not sleep, and they were now running after Abrar.

he says as he offers me his hand. Taking his hand he guides me to stand up. Without taking his eyes off of my own he slides his fingers under the straps of my dress and slips them down over my shoulders. The dress falls to the ground and pools at my feet, leaving me completely exposed in front of the King. **End Flashback**

said Abyss, kneeling before Chaos. "There's no need for punishment. As long as you understand, it is good enough. Anyways, let's get out of the castle, I want to eat the dragon," said Chaos. The dragon steaks he ate were from the wyrms which were hunted by Abyss and Belphegor. Abyss was an obedient and very serviceable girl, most likely due to her twisted obsession with Chaos, being her summon which enhanced her affection and loyalty towards him, and well, because she liked him. Due to this, she obeyed anything he asked her.

I tried to imagine my dread by closing both of my eyes. "Ellice, you must help me! Please, you recognized me, right? Someone assassinated me inside my flat. My body is still within; kindly help me—-" The tightness of the hands that had gripped me earlier vanished, as did the old man's presence. "Shut up, you scumbag!" When I opened my eyes, I finally heard Kazuo's voice. I caught sight of something I shouldn't have. Kazuo's hand was already inside of the soul's body. As the soul disappearing little by little, my eyes were widened.

I choked out, but his words were insidious, weaving themselves into the fabric of my deepest fears. “Is it?” he purred. “He’s the King of Ashes. He burns everything he touches. He let our parents die in that fire. He let me die. He let your father die. And he would let you die, too, if it served his purpose.” He reached out, and before I could flinch away, his fingers traced the line of my jaw—a grotesque parody of the tender gesture Alessandro had shown me. “He told me how you looked at him by the waterfall. So trusting. So naive. He found it… amusing.”

Elder Asher gasped, struggling for breath, his face turning green. “Cat got your tongue?” the King hissed, his voice still deep and vibrating through the hall. No one dared to step forward. Everyone stood frozen, eyes wide with fear. They had just been reminded why he was not only their King but also the Alpha King, strongest of them all. And for Ayla, standing there, she saw both the man who loved her and the King who would burn the world to protect her.

Thank your father for that, Abyss tells me whilst yawning. My father? I question. He’s a witch, the first witch of his kind. The king, Abyss explains. Does he live up there with Celeste, was he the man standing within the trees? Yes, Abyss agrees. Theseus is the witch king and Celeste is the wolf queen. You descend from a line of royalty so that makes you the princess of both kinds. You are a hot topic within the god realm. They cannot wait to meet you… it’s been a long time since the last time they saw you. She tells me.

And I told them word for word how the king described Drakon's possible end if he tried it again. The fear on their frozen faces would have been comical if it wasn't so valid. "I think—" Diane began, "we sometimes forget why he's also called the Infamous Hybrid King. 'Hybrid' and also a 'King,' Cassia. Just a regular vampire is crazy enough, then throw in a random werewolf, and we humans don't stand a chance."

"When you get on your knees for me like he is." I don't know if I'll ever be into that, but if I am, King better be willing to return the favor. I'm not Niko. I glance over at Alyssa. She's a beautiful fucking mess—drool trailing from the corner of her mouth, eyes wide and glassy with lust, thighs slick with need. "I think our toy likes this," King murmurs, his lips brushing my shoulder. "Why don't we make another one of her little fantasies come true?"

In his place stood the true King of the Abyss. He towered above the battlefield, his crown of black crystal reaching into the storm clouds. His heartbeat echoed through the ruined world, each pulse sending cracks across the ancient gate. The Gatekeepers stared in stunned silence. One after another, they lowered their swords. Not in surrender. In disbelief. The Gatekeeper King tightened his grip on his blade. "So this..." His voice was barely a whisper. "...is the enemy our ancestors feared." The King of the Abyss slowly opened his wings. The force of the movement threw warriors across the battlefield. Stone pillars shattered. Ancient statues crumbled into dust. Even Seraphine slid several st