Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples. The tether split sparks across the abyss, binding Adrien to her. Zayn’s flames arched, trying to restrain the shadows. And then. Her voice shifted, Not hers, A chorus. “I am not Sera. I am the abyss made flesh. I am the crown’s heir. Kneel.” Her eyes burned void-black. And the abyss obeyed. Every monster, every shadow, every twisted creature bent to the ground, groveling. The ground itself quaked as if in worship.

She looked defeated, vulnerable in a way that twisted something deep inside me. Throne didn't hesitate. His voice boomed through the chamber like a gust of wind. "Veyra! Let go of my daughter!" Veyra stood before her, cloaked in shadows, her eyes gleaming with malicious triumph. The Aetherheart shard—the ancient artifact pulsing with stolen power—glinted in her grasp. Around her, elemental guards materialized from the earth itself: hulking figures of rock and soil, their forms shifting and reforming, eyes glowing with unnatural green light. There were at least a dozen of them, lumbering forward with ground-shaking steps.

Chapter 13 "To you, His Majesty, Grand Alpha King Apollo," I respectfully greeted the father of the Alpha King and the other princes, meeting his earnest and stoic gaze. "Your Royal Highness, Crown Prince Alucard..." I noticed him shift slightly in his seat, his breathing reaching my sensitive ears before I looked away. "And Your Highnesses, Prince Alistair, Prince Alejandro..." These two were twins, known as the Twin Garnets for their role as matchmaking cupids, often causing chaotic but amusing attempts at finding potential mates for others. "And Prince Atticus." My eyes then turned to the youngest brother of the current monarch and the youngest son of the previous ruling king.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

From what she had understood, the first prince was a wicked, clever soul. "Prince Draco, but he assured the king that he won't let you die," Adrian said calmly. She fisted the sheets tightly and a broken chuckle escaped past her lips. So it was exactly what she predicted. She could expect nothing less from these monsters but if she ever got the chance to kill any one of them prince Draco would be the first one on the list. She couldn't help but think about Kolton and hoped from the bottom of her heart that he was set free and the monsters fulfilled their promise. Still, she hoped to see him again one day.

They turned into crystalline towers of Obsidian-Gold, powered by the very Abyss that had tried to auction us off. Lagos is transformed. It is no longer a "Seed-World." It is a "Void-Bastion." The most powerful, non-compliant city in the Galaxy. I stand on the balcony, my new wings—made of solid, shimmering "Obsidian-Gold" light—stretching across the sky. Beside me stands Dante. He is human again, but his skin is permanently etched with white-star tattoos that pulse with the rhythm of the Abyss. Zora-Aethel sits on his shoulder, her eyes glowing with a calm, terrifying wisdom. She is the "Sovereign" of a new era.

Seth comes off the field and says something to Zian as they pass. Zian stops walking. He turns to look at Seth with those dark eyes that don't match the rest of his face. Seth holds it for exactly two seconds then keeps walking. Which probably means Seth is either very brave or very stupid. Noè trots onto the field for Ravenwood's next drive and lines up across from Arthur for the first time all game. Arthur's pale blue eyes move over Noè with the slow assessment of someone cataloguing a threat. Noè's expression doesn't change.

Crimson Fang retreated into the forest—but not in defeat. In promise. --- Elsewhere — Prince Alistair Prince Alistair watched the battle through a scrying pool, fingers steepled. “How delightful,” he murmured. “She’s accelerating.” A shadow shifted beside him. “Hellspawn stirs,” a voice warned. Alistair smiled. “Good,” he said softly. “Let it.” --- Aftermath Later, alone on the battlements, Aurelia finally allowed her knees to shake. Kaelen stood beside her.