Abyssal Sire Novels & Stories

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 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.

"What do they look like father? Do they have the same features as their older brother? Are they both healthy and nice children? I am excited to meet them but not just now..." "Well, they are nice kids and they took after you, even your daughter Isabella but she also got some features from her mom. About Ivan Immanuel...well he was like Elijah when he was young. Imman, what is it that is bothering you? Why did you not visit them after you return home? Cassandra missed you a lot, my son!"

I said, wiping the blood from my lip and stepping toward the edge of the dark, howling abyss. I reached down, clutching the Abyssal Anchor tightly in my right hand. The aquamarine quartz crystal burned fiercely, sending a sharp, steady beam of blue light pointing straight down into the infinite pitch-black depths. Through the faint, thready whisper of our mate bond, a sudden, desperate surge of warmth flared back Gideon’s soul reaching out through the dark, calling to me. "Queen Lyra, take the tether rope" a lead runespeaker called out, holding up a heavy cable woven from enchanted silver thread.

The sapphire lines across my belly spun wildly, pulling my strength inward, not outward — the Void recognizing its ancient jailer. The Avatar drifted closer, stopping only three paces away. From beneath its cloak it drew a weapon — The Abyssal Ice Harpoon, five feet long, forged from the frozen waters of the deepest trench, barbed with three jagged prongs that steamed with a cold capable of stopping an immortal’s heart. “Your mate is sixty leagues north, smashing puppets of mud,” it hissed, tilting its head with terrible curiosity. “By the time he smells the blood of this room… the pact shall be sealed.”

They were communicating with each other using their peculiar language, and they were steering the direction of the current with every stroke of their tails. As they fell deeper, Thorn felt a great pressure pushing down on him. He saw a great abyss in front of them. The abyss was many miles deep, stretching on without end. He glanced back at Hugo and James. Their faces had grown extremely white. They were grabbed by two sirens on each of their sides and pulled into the abyss. When Thorn turned back to face the chasm, he could see it clearer as they moved closer and closer. With a stroke of their tails, the sirens dragged the three of them with great force.

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 Abyssal Sabotage was not a vessel designed for comfort. It was a "Functional" relic—a titanium sphere originally built by the Hawke Logistics Division to inspect the "Sub-Surface" geothermal taps that powered the old world. Now, stripped of its "Neural-Link" navigation and "Chronicle" transponders, it was a "Broken Asset" resurrected for one final, "Ruthless" mission.

"Vent the core!" Dax’s agonizing roar echoed through the tiny, pressurized cabin of the Mantle-Pod. My hands hovered over the terminal, my fingers slick with cold sweat. I was looking through the optical feeds at the massive, sickly green thermal vent pumping raw energy from the Earth's crust directly into the Deluge Spire. The Sovereign of Abyssal-One stood right beside it, his Singularity-Staff pressing the Vanguard into the iron floor with localized, crushing gravity.