Abyss Princess Lumine Novels & Stories

As soon as I set my bag down, my phone buzzed. My brother's text popped up: "Ayla, the Royal Witches' spell is active. Every scent and trace you've left on that territory is being erased completely. No one will be able to track you." I leaned against the cold, damp wall and closed my eyes. Soon. Twelve hours left until I returned home as the supreme Lycan Princess.

"You're not fit to be my Luna." That's what my mate said before he rejected me for my own best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, I was sold off as a bride to the most ruthless Alpha alive. Asher hates weakness and I'm wolfless, the weakest omega he's ever seen. He should have sent me away. Instead, he trains me, fights for me, and claims me as his own. But the closer I get to him, the more my past comes back to haunt me; dreams of a palace I've never seen, a mother I never knew, a power I can't explain. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. And the truth about who I really am might just end the world and put the man I love in danger.

Her body hovered off the ground, the crown embedding itself deeper into her skull, blood running like molten fire down her temples. The tether split sparks across the abyss, binding Adrien to her. Zayn’s flames arched, trying to restrain the shadows. And then. Her voice shifted, Not hers, A chorus. “I am not Sera. I am the abyss made flesh. I am the crown’s heir. Kneel.” Her eyes burned void-black. And the abyss obeyed. Every monster, every shadow, every twisted creature bent to the ground, groveling. The ground itself quaked as if in worship.

They both gave me a little bow. “May I introduce to you, queen Audrey and king George Chanler of the Northern kingdom,” I did not know for how long I stood there frozen in shock as I stared at my parents like they were aliens who had come to abduct me. My parents were lycans so this means that I was not a werewolf but a Lycan. I was not just a regular Lycan, I was a Lycan princess. My head went blank and I could not utter a word.

"How...?" "Vampire saliva has healing properties," Lucerion explained, sitting back on his heels. "It's one of the few gifts we possess that can be used for something other than violence." I moved closer, assessing Avaline's own injuries with a critical eye. Her face was bruised and swollen, her split lip still bleeding, and I could see defensive wounds on her arms where she had tried to protect herself. But it was the hollowness in her eyes, the bone-deep exhaustion that spoke of years of abuse and survival, that concerned me most.

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.

"Tears are for commoners who can't afford an audience with aristocrats like us. You are the Alpha's mate and Luna. Act like the dirt beneath your feet is a privilege for others to walk on." "She's right." Wren added. Hands glowing with soft, pulsing light as she magically smoothed wrinkles in Selene's discarded gown. The Light Mage didn't look up. Focus entirely on shimmering fabric. "Lumira is a corpse. A mistake. You are the current reality." Amira, the Nephilim Princess, sat on the edge of the chaise. Iridescent wings folded tightly against her back. She took Selene's hands. Touch radiating forced, angelic calm.

Leo was helping a dazed Elara to her feet, while Speaker Lin was staring out the front port with a look of absolute horror. ​The Southern Wastes were gone. ​The desert of white ash we had fought in only weeks ago was now a steaming, bubbling cauldron of purple water. The ruins of the Solar Forge were still visible, but they were no longer on land. They were an island in the middle of a rising tide. And circling the ruins were a dozen bone spires, their bioluminescent veins lighting up the steam like a haunted city. ​“He is already here,” Winnie whispered, standing at the port beside me. “The Abyssal King. He didn’t follow us. He beat us here.”

"Mommy, he is the kind man we were talking about before. The one who gave us pouches of candies." Lumiere agreed. "Mommy, he is a lycan prince!" he said excitedly. "He is the uncle of Prince Alcides and Princess Arthemice." "And the crown prince, too!" Luciana's cornflower blue eyes were glimmering in excitement. I felt like I was going to pass out when I was staring at them in silence. It seemed like I was being thrown a bucket of ice, and I needed to compose myself immediately.

I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the "My name is Arianna" I murmured as in a call from another language, a song never sung, and my friends watched me with that vitreous look of how they were when they were hypnotized by my power." I am the Princess of the Storm, recipient of Lilith, daughter of Lucifer, Queen of Hell. And you are somehow destined to be with me. Not here on earth, but down there. And not after their deaths, but, now, as soon as possible.