Novel & Cerita Abyss Prince Aether

She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

My shock must have shown on my face because his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. The fae and fairies were notoriously proud races. Most barely tolerated the other kingdoms. Dragons were territorial to the point of brutality. They hated dealing with the faes. Yet here stood a fae holding a position of authority inside the private fortress of the realm’s most feared Dragon Prince. I recovered quickly before I embarrassed myself further. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” I replied politely. Aeris bowed his head gracefully. “You as well, Princess.” Then he stepped aside. “If you would follow me, I'll take you to your chambers.”

His eyes—half gold, half black—burned with unyielding resolve. “I made a promise to bring her back… and I don’t break promises.” He stood, the blood around him coiling and twisting into vast wings. The crimson light of the Holy Gate reflected in his eyes—deep and cold as the abyss. “Open, Abyss,” he whispered, voice like a spell. “Take me to where she’s trapped.” A pillar of light engulfed him. --- The Primordial Abyss – Sea of Blood. Evelyn stood alone amidst the ruins. Then a figure appeared—Lucien, his black hair matted, cloak torn, eyes filled with both love and despair.

Aurelius noticed the disturbed look on his sister's face due to the mention of the Infernal fiends and that wretched place. "That might be true but..." Sylvia trailed with creased brows but Aurelius quickly interrupted her to amend his statement. "Don't take it as a praise to them. Don't worry, I'm fine now I'm never coming back to that place. I'm Aurelius II, Prince of Neo Macedonia and the little brother of the greatest female knight, Sylvia. I'm no longer Dyrrus the Infernal Prince. I'm only Aurelius now." He reassured, raising his hands on the air to show no harm or ill will. An inaudible sigh escaped Sylvia's lips as her frown was replaced by a small smile.

“His Highness Prince Ethan Theo Azrael Hezekiah von Clandestine and his partner, Her Highness Princess Althea Rin Eurydice Brielle von Clandestine, has arrived.” Dio watched the third princess and the sixth prince, who were both in the higher year, enter the hall. They were wearing golden-colored attires that emphasized their status as imperial children. He thought that they really went all out and outshined the only child of the empress with their outfit.

Another spray of blood confirmed another kill. “Ahi Roar!” the prince yelled, livid from losing two Agile followers. He clenched his fists, and sent punch after punch of draconic energy towards Zephyr. The attack did not get far though, it got cut down by Zephyr no sooner had they left his hands. “Damn it! Damn you! Damn everything!” the prince cried, once again preparing for another attack.

“You’ve been very busy. Very… focused. My brother must be pleased.” Lirian forced a neutral tone. “Prince Vaelor has been occupied with other matters.” Draven laughed softly. “Yes. Occupied.” He reached out, fingers closing around Lirian’s wrist before he could pull away. The grip wasn’t painful yet, but it was unyielding. Draven’s thumb pressed over the pulse point, and something flickered in his expression. Recognition. “You carry Aether,” he murmured. “Latent. Dormant. But it’s there. Singing under your skin.”

Cheers rose the moment Lucien stepped forward, holding the tiny prince securely in his arms while Caelan stood proudly beside him. “Today, we present Prince Aether Draven,” Lucien announced, his voice carrying clearly across the square. “Born of the bond between king and consort. Born of silver light and unbreakable strength. He is the living proof that love — real, defiant love — can create miracles. The realm is whole again.” Caelan stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Aether’s head. The ancient power shimmered faintly around the child, a soft silver glow visible to all. The crowd erupted in joyous cheers, many kneeling or raising their hands in blessing.

I turned around as I approached the exit but unintentionally met his stare. "I don't believe you can't see me." I heard his last words as a sorrowful and dismal whisper across the air. I hate to say it, but that guy appears to be lonely. *** Euri was there waiting for me when I arrived at my house. Euri is a ghost who is a friend of mine. She guards our home not only from humans but also from evil spirits that lurk nearby. Euri's story is a little tragic; she was raped and murdered by a group of men, and her body was discarded in this place. I first saw her covered in blood and in such a filthy state when I came to this apartment hotel, but she transformed her appearance for me.