Abyssal Sire 소설 & 이야기

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

The Atlantic Ocean did not just rise; it unfolded. As Hope Thorne pulled the red lever in the heart of the Mycelium-Dreadnought, the emerald frequency of the "Abyssal Song" rippled through the water like a physical blade. Below the Golden Citadel of the Consensus, the seabed didn't just shift—it breathed.

Ren, conversely, was home. The Scribe didn't need active Aether to fight in the deep. His Genetic Lock Two—the Abyssal Density—was a passive biological adaptation designed specifically for this exact environment. The crushing pressure of the Black Lake didn't slow him down; it supported his heavy muscles, making him feel instantly weightless, agile, and terrifyingly powerful. The deep-sea bioluminescence on Ren’s forearms and spine flared to life, casting an eerie, predatory blue glow through the dark, freezing water.

The moment I looked at them… An uncomfortable sensation crawled through my chest. It was as though something inside me instinctively rejected their existence. Grandma Healer approached carefully. She stretched out a wrinkled hand but stopped just before touching them. “No…” Her expression changed dramatically. “These aren’t ordinary corrupted crystals.” Karl looked toward her. “You recognize them?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve only seen drawings in ancient records.” She swallowed before continuing. “They’re called Abyss Stones.” The entire hall fell silent once again. “They’re forged using condensed Void Energy and the blood of living sacrifices.”

It was pure, unadulterated psychic suppression. On the bridge of the dreadnought, Sebastian Sterling stood by the viewport. He wasn't touching a console. The dark violet veins on his neck and the burning gold ring around his left iris flared with blinding intensity. He had devoured the antimatter core of a High Executioner. He didn't just possess Abyssal energy; he possessed Apex authority. "Kneel," Sebastian commanded. He didn't broadcast the order over the radio. He forced his consciousness directly into the dark, hive-mind mist of the Abyss outside his ship.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

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?"

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