Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

“Indeed it has been, Prince Kai.” “As always, your games are entertaining as ever. I am interested in purchasing a few good men.” He then tilts his head to peek at Cataleia. “I want that girl behind you.” “Unfortunately, we are Cataleia’s first bidders.” The Nyth brothers stepped behind the Prince, completely towering over him against his physique. Even Axel, the youngest, was taller than him. The prince was exceptionally tall for his age, but the wolves were much gigantic. “Ajax Nyth of the Midnight Legion.” Prince Kai looks at him. “We finally met.”

The headquarters of such a prestigious faction as the Aetherians, Mount Aether, harbored monster activity in its rear. Lost in thought, Adrian found himself at the rear of the mountain. What he witnessed took him aback. The contrast between the front and rear of Mount Aether was staggering, akin to two disparate worlds. Unlike the serene front, the rear exuded a demonic aura, reminiscent of scenes from hell rather than paradise. This revelation surpassed Adrian's imagination.

FOUR hundred Years Passed in The Ocean World South Acsese Mizrasic Sea- Eoburos Kingdom. "Empaler Aegaeus, are you sure of your decision to go to Bhelvokh Usober Palace?" worry was written on the face by his dextra as it asked him. "Etiam! Because I want to know if what they say about reincarnation is true. And why do I always dream of a girl, and they call me Prince Cao. "But----" "No more buts! Come on—"

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."

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

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."

“All I want now is to apologise, to help her heal.” Keres let out a cruel laugh. “You? Heal her wounds? Oh, she definitely dodged a silver bullet with you. An Elfgon with the likes of you? Pathetic. The prince may be a fleabag, but at least he’s an upgrade,” he mocked.

All were clad in gleaming armor, exuding a majestic presence as they advanced towards the capital. Citizens on either side of the road showered flowers upon the procession, petals fluttering like rain, creating a breathtaking scene. This was the first time the people of Aria had the opportunity to behold the Fourth Prince, Ethan Caelan, so closely. Ethan sat astride his horse, his back perfectly straight, his delicate features serene. His phoenix eyes gleamed with intelligence. His long black hair, tied neatly, flowed gently in the wind, giving him an aura that was both elegant and heroic, as beautiful as a masterpiece. He wore a royal attire of white silk, embroidered with intricate golden

Besides this Third Prince is a light sleeper though would often fall back asleep once he woke. “Your Highness, shall I prepare your bath now?” “Yes of course, thank you Ming Xuan.” With a gentle smile Ming Xuan walked into the bathing chamber to fill the stone tub for the prince’s bath. As he filled the bath with hot bath water and soap he thought to himself with a glance out the window by the tub.

What in the abyss was that? “My lord.” A voice broke through the silence. Assistant Bear stepped forward, lowering his voice as he whispered to Prince Ariel. “What shall we do with Prince Coi?” Prince Ariel turned his gaze toward Prince Coi—and the cold disdain in his expression made his blood boil. Prince Coi gritted his teeth, his fingers twitching in the dirt. Like hell was he going to grovel. “Take him to the dungeon,” Prince Ariel ordered. “Understood, My lord!” A flicker of rage ignited in Prince Coi’s chest.