Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

This one felt intentional. As they reached the western tower, they saw a figure standing at its base—tall, with skin like marble, eyes like blue fire. He wore armor made of starlight, and in his hand, he held a sword that glowed with cold energy. He was one of them. One of the trapped gods. “I am Aether, the God of Stars,” he said, his voice like wind through space. “I have broken free. And I am here to free the rest.”

Ambrose spoke clearly, his voice echoing around the rocky valley. A deal? You are lucky Fae Prince that I do not bite your head off. Rhae blinked slowly, trying to recall if she heard that right. Prince? Ambrose hadn't told her that she was a prince. Ambrose shook his head and tried again, "Please, Astarot, we need your help." The large purple draekon snickered and looked down at them again, Speak your needs. We will decide if we want to help. Ambrose turned to Rhae and nodded at her, standing and stepping behind her.

"I am only a spiritual echo, Alpha King. A mere memory left behind to guide the bloodline when the hour grew darkest." The shimmering silver mist gathered rapidly before the altar. It slowly and beautifully materialized into the translucent, ethereal figures of three lost souls. There stood a tall, powerfully built Alpha with long silver hair and incredibly kind, intelligent golden eyes. Beside him appeared a graceful, elegant Luna whose gentle, radiant smile instantly reminded Seraphina of her own mother’s warmth. And nestled safely between them stood a young prince, no older than Aiden himself. *Prince Caelan.* Aiden blinked away his awe, whispering softly, "Mom, look... they're entirely r

His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me.

Something powerful entered the room. A new presence... “Now you will be our slave,” came a deep, cold voice. Gasps echoed from the crowd. “Prince Kael Viren!” Several seniors whispered the name in panic. Elias’s eyes flew open, expecting a monstrous lycan with bloodshot eyes. Instead... he saw him. A vision. Tall. Regal. Muscular. His skin was golden and smooth, hair black and wavy, falling just to his shoulders. His eyes, icy ocean-blue—pierced through Elias like a blade. And that scent. Warm, intoxicating, wild.

Even though the prince’s flute was now tucked in his waistbelt, the earlier melody automatically played on its own, helping Xanthea cope with her bond pain. Maybe that was also the reason Icifer hadn’t already ripped him apart — the only reason he tolerated another man near Xanthea. At least, until he gained full control over me. “M-madness?” Xanthea asked weakly. “Yes,” the prince replied, pointing toward shadow Icifer. “Alpha Asher’s wolf — manifested outside him in shadow form. His name is Icifer. His soul song is attuned with the one exploding from the Obsidian Throne.”

Her mate the alpha prince of the Crescent Moon Pack, rejected her, as his mate and future Luna of the pack," he declares with icy detachment, not sparing a single glance on her before retreating into his car. What happens when the one you're meant to be with, rejected you? will she find another or fight for what is hers?

Prince Azure being an understanding and intelligent fine man traveled the entire world for years looking for the other half of the pearl necklace. Since there was nothing but emptiness in his pack, he won’t stop until he finds a solution to their misery. PRESENT DAY Prince Azure just came back from his two weeks trip and he went to his father’s chamber to update him. The omegas helped raise the Alpha to a seat and Prince Azure took a seat across from his father. Prince Azure is a fine young man with hazel eyes, his thick brows carved so strong to accentuate his Lycan bloodline. His physique was bigger than any other werewolf and Alpha.

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”

"You look just dashing. I almost mistook you for the bride." Skye Venezia. Son of Astrid Venezia who was the sister of Elizabeth Byron. He was the human personification of Chaos, albeit a ridiculously handsome one. He had blond hair with bright green eyes, and brown skin that was obviously tanned from his continuous travels through the world. Still, his beautiful features always paved ways for him, no matter where he was, and women flocked around him like flies even though he never hid the fact that he was a player. Only people who knew Skye was truly an unstable and hyperactive male stayed away, which was hard. It was near impossible to get away from his charm.