Abyssal Lord Novels & Stories

All these reminded him of the exact state of the hinterlands, strengthening his resolve. Hades' lair as the amortals referred to it, was located in Sydney, Australia. The humans had named it 'Burning Mountain', because of a mysterious, never-quenching fire which burned from thirty meters underground up to the surface and expelled a continuous cloud of smoke through the vent, consuming the elevated plateau and leaving it bare and barren. Humans believed that the fire had been raging for over five thousand years. Well, they did not know any better because of their short life span and disconnect in history. The fire was everlasting, it had burned since time immemorial, and forever it would burn

"But the South? The South is a war of Erosion. The Lords of the Sunken Sovereigns don't want to delete you. They want to Dissolve you. They want to turn the 'Sovereign Sun' into a dim, underwater memory that never reaches the surface" Beside me, Eryx was a mountain of Lament-Steel and Barnacles. His violet-black armor was reacting to the salt-heavy air, the obsidian thorns on his shoulders beginning to weep a thick, iridescent oil that smelled of the deep Abyss. He drove his blade into the damp seabed, the prehistoric iron groaning as it met the "Sunken Debt" of the First Alpha.

At its heart sat a figure, tall and crowned with fire, his presence choking the air. “What is the Abyssal Order?” she asked firmly. The sorcerer’s madness cracked. His thoughts screamed, echoing inside her mind. ‘A demon king will rise. Hades, the ruler of the Abyss. He will rule over every kingdom. His child… his heir will open the path. A child born of power and ruin.’

“But the bond is the oldest cage of all.” The room trembled. A new presence pressed down on everything—heavy, ancient, not Hollow King, not tracker, not Selah. The Moon. Even here, inside the bond, it arrived like gravity. A voice—not in my ears, but in my bones—spoke once, low and vast: ASHBOUND. The word shook the nursery walls. Selah’s smile faltered. The shadow inside Kieran went still. Kieran’s blue eyes widened in desperate hope. “Aria,” he whispered. “It’s you. It’s calling you.”

The wyrms were massacred in an instant, dozens were killed by Chaos mere tail whip, like a deadly wave of all-consuming darkness, his specter represented the deadly soul he possessed, his Chaotic Soul! "Hehe, amazing! Amazing! My lord is amazing, isn't he?" laughed Abyss, as she rushed towards the Wyrms that were not easily massacred, using her Crushing Charge Skill to crush them with the weight of her body, and then consuming them on the spot! Their fireballs and breaths were nothing much against her! "Oh my, what a pair of living disasters," laughed Belphegor.

Then… a voice deeper than creation itself rose from the abyss. “Daughter.” The word cracked like thunder, vibrating through my chest. I turned, though there was no ground, no direction, and yet there he was. A colossal figure, eyes like twin abysses, shoulders draped in the corpses of stars. His presence warped the air, bent the darkness, devoured all sense of scale. He was endless, and yet terribly near. The Forgotten God of the Abyss. My breath caught. My knees threatened to buckle, but I forced myself to stand straighter. “What are you?”

I could hear the Unbound wolves growling under their breath: their paws clicking rhythmically against the metal floorboards as they struggled with the lack of earth beneath them. Sarah Sterling met us on the bridge: her white hair tied back: her expression clinical but respectful. "We have localized the Abyssal Breach: Luna Elara. It is a massive concentration of the Void Howl occurring three thousand feet below the surface. It is acting as the primary oscillator for the oceanic frost.".

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.

The ocean boiled, the ground beneath it split open like a wound. Something stirred. Bound in chains older than memory, buried in the blackest trenches of the sea, a prison groaned and broke. From its depths came a pulse, heavy as a heartbeat, wrong as a nightmare. The Abyssal Warden. Not a creature of flesh, but of shadows and rage, forged from drowned souls and sealed away in the beginning of time. A monster called only when all else was lost. Morgala’s voice echoed, twisted and triumphant: “If the Moon-Sea Queen thinks she has won, let her kingdom drown in the jaws of my Warden.”