Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

Jayce had always felt this afforded the Halflings too much autonomy, but it was his father’s legacy so who was he to complain? “Goddess take it!” The muttered curse brought Jayce back to himself and he half-turned to the voice. “Are we not all present and accounted for? Can we not just proceed and get this mess over with?” Beckett leaned against the tree behind Jayce, the exasperation in his voice fully at odds with the perfectly practiced appearance of unaffected boredom in his bearing. The Prince of the Summer Court had never been the most patient of individuals. “We’re still waiting on her Ladyship to grace us with her presence.” A lilting voice to Jayce’s left answered. Tobin, the musica

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

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.

Winds whispered, oceans hummed, and the skies shimmered with translucent patterns of color. Aetherion became the seed of all balance—a world that remembered what the original Heart had been. And deep within its luminous oceans, something began to stir. --- The Pulse Beneath the Sea For eons, Aetherion was calm. Then, one day, the oceans split apart as light rose from the depths—a column of golden fire and silver mist spiraling toward the heavens. From it emerged a form—tall, ageless, radiant. Neither human nor divine, but memory incarnate.

Trees bent away, groaning in surrender. From the crater rose the Harbinger, towering, armour shifting between gold and shadow. Runes glowed across his skin like wildfire carved into flesh. His eyes burned with captured dawn. I stood my ground, bare feet in scorched soil, Hollowflame whispering at my heels. “You are Nyxara,” he said. “Bearer of Hollowflame. Child of no throne.” “And you are?” “The mouthpiece of Aetheria.” As he stepped closer, the ground healed beneath his boots — blackened soil to grass, grass to flowers, flowers to dust in seconds. Creation and ruin in the same breath.

Axel states. Before Clause could respond to that, the door burst open revealing Jason with a worried look etched on his face. "Alpha" I stood up, "What is it?" I asked all of a sudden tensed. "it's Lyra."

, I mean, he can't be serious right? Me? King Alpha only surviving daughter? Psshhhhh. There have got to be some mistake because Logan is my mate and can't possibly be the enemy here. "You heard me Avalon. You are Princess Avalon Vega. Only daughter to Alpha king Vega, ruler of the Vega pack and I hope that rings a fucking bell in your mind too but it's okay if it's doesnt. Now if you want to find out more than you will come with me" He turned and began to head back towards the window and I just stood by my bed with wide eyes, mouth hitting the floor and still not willing to move an inch.

“So this is the infamous Luna Valkyrie.” A figure emerged from the shadows, flanked by more rogues, these ones standing tall, disciplined—waiting for orders. My blood ran cold. Because I knew that voice. And it meant we were in far greater danger than I had realized. "Lord Aetherin." I clenched my fists as he stepped forward with his commanding, effortless presence. Aetherin Dressed in deep midnight robes embroidered with silver, he looked like he belonged to a kingdom untouched by war. But the way his gleamed eyesbsaid otherwise.

The globin declared Aetherion as the highest bidder and handed the pendant over to him which Aetherion wore around his neck. As the auction went on with the next item, Kaelric observed Lord Orc sending a command to the Minotaur ruler, their gaze slowly darting to Aetherion and the pendant around his neck. “Aetherion,” Kaelric whispered without looking at him. “I think it’s best you leave before it gets dark.” Aetherion nodded and fled without a word of objection.