Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

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.

But could this new player truly be trusted, or was it another intricate layer of the Abyssal Council's schemes? Emerging from the dim corridor, a tall, ethereal figure approached. His scales shimmered silver and blue, and his eyes, a deep violet, held millennia of wisdom. It was Altair, the Lost Prince of the Abyssal Depths. Seraphina stiffened, her history with Altair was complicated, to say the least. "Altair," she greeted cautiously, "to what do we owe this unexpected visit?" He bowed gracefully, "Seraphina, Aiden, Liora. I'm aware my presence might be unsettling, but I come bearing vital information about the Council."

Unfortunately this did not stop her bleeding. Meanwhile, the child thrashed violently inside her, sending its power rippling across her skin in waves of light. The bridge began to pulse wild and unstable. The Abyss King appeared beside them, shadows curling around his feet. His gaze lifted to the sky. Then back to Aria. And something dark passed through his eyes. On the other hand, the Primordial descended directly over Dax, fully enraged now, it lifted him with one massive hand. Crushing him with all its strength.

Zed Alaric, Paladin Prince, holy hum and clean metallic scent clashing with the room's darker magics. The women: Xylia, Water Fae Princess, fiercely competitive; Thalassa Aegir, Mermaid Princess, serene and pearlescent; Dahila, Witch Noble, ancient power in velvet; Terrica, Earth Elven Princess, severe and judgmental; Zephina, Shadowborn Noble, cloaked in depths; Amira, Nephilim Princess, vibrating with celestial energy; Lyra Astraea, Celestial Mage, gazing at invisible sky charts; Morwen, Siren Princess, ethereal; Elara, Phoenix Princess, radiating subtle warmth; Petra, Valkyrie Noble, armored and formidable; Wren, Light Mage, gentle contrast; Rhysandra Nychus, Vampire Noble, compensating f

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

The barrier held. The air calmed around them. Kade gasped. “Princess, your luminous—it’s cutting through the distortion!” “Good,” she said. Selene watched Alessia, her smile fading for the first time into something unreadable. “He was a fool to try controlling you.” Alessia didn’t respond. The transport lowered through one final distortion wave, and the Rift of Aetherfall came fully into view. Below them stretched a vast canyon carved into the land like a cosmic scar, its center spiraling downward into an abyss of swirling black and silver.

He appeared at the center of the Golden Plains, sitting on a throne made of woven wheat and rusted iron. Aethelred was the most human-looking of the brothers. He wore robes of burnt-sienna and a crown of dry, jagged brambles. His eyes were the color of a setting sun—a weary, satisfied orange. He held a scythe made of "Aether-Glass," its blade shimmering with the souls of the shifters he had already "reaped" from the distant archipelagoes.

Two years have passed after Henzie gave birth to her first son, now Zee has also started to grow because her growth is very fast, exceeding vampire babies in general, but her growth will stop at a certain time. Now the little prince is playing with his aunty and uncle in the back garden, Zee the crown prince of Lord Kevin, the leader of the Lioncourt Clan who is now 10 years old, so that's how they felt because they found the little prince had grown that big.

In Aetherium, life was chill. No body, no limits—just me, finally free. Time didn't matter here. No pain, no lies. Just calm. But lately, something gross kept tugging at me from the mortal world. It stank of obsession and fake guilt, like a greasy snake trying to wrap around my soul and wreck everything. I wanted to slice it away like dead weight. Then The High One showed up. "That pull's from a dark ritual. An Aster descendant's offering their life and soul to you—trying to drag you back in with chains made of shadow."