Abyss Prince Aether Novels & Stories

It formed a massive, pulsating ring of glowing energy, completely engulfing us all in a barrier of light. “You will fight me last, little foe,” Atherius said, its voice a dark, musical rumble that seemed to shake the ground beneath my boots. “First, you shall meet my brothers.” I stood before Atherius with my knees tucked down deep in the cold snow, trying to steady my racing pulse. “I am Atherius, the prime aether dragon,” the dragon said, his iridescent milky-white opal scales shimmering like liquid light beneath the gray sky.

What I know is that I wouldn't have let go until his eyes popped out of their sockets. “I am sending you gifts, Alpha Benna.“ He responded; his voice was now calm. I furrowed my brows, wondering if I had heard that correctly. Why would he send me gifts when my men were now in his kingdom, destroying everything? Or could it be that they never went out of fear of being caught and are just pulling my legs?

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.

"What in the seven hells do you think you're doing?" The door swung open to reveal a tall, imposing figure framed in the twilight – Kaelen Thana, Alpha Prince, heir to the throne. His gaze, cool and assessing, swept over the scene, taking in Damon's raised knife, Elara's pale, tear-streaked face, and the untouched cleanliness of the room. Damon, momentarily frozen in shock, hesitated. His hand trembled, still raised, but the blade remained inches from Elara's heart. He had never imagined anyone would dare interrupt him.

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.”

Knowing this while they were growing up, taking messages became a habit of his. “My prince.” She bowed her head. “This is for the crowned princes.” She handed the scrolls of princes to him and departed. Edward opened the scroll and read through the writings there. It is with a heart of hope that I, priest Ae, write to inform you, prince of Wahala kingdom, that Robb Ainsworth, the alpha king, had fallen asleep with the moon goddess. We look forward to the day of his awakening, and we ask that you, his two sons, assemble at the palace as soon as possible.

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.