Abyssal Sire Novels & Stories

Unfortunately this did not stop her bleeding. Meanwhile, the child thrashed violently inside her, sending its power rippling across her skin in waves of light. The bridge began to pulse wild and unstable. The Abyss King appeared beside them, shadows curling around his feet. His gaze lifted to the sky. Then back to Aria. And something dark passed through his eyes. On the other hand, the Primordial descended directly over Dax, fully enraged now, it lifted him with one massive hand. Crushing him with all its strength.

Two crates crashed against one another, one of them splintered open and a pile of apples and melons tumbled out in all directions. "Well, it’s definitely does not seem to be lifeless." She muttered. I kicked away another barrel, pulling her towards the steps once more. "You knew that." I remarked. "Obviously, I just don’t get why it’s named The Lifeless Abyss." "Because no one survives a journey through. Thick with sirens and sea monsters, it’s a nightmare for all sailors." I replied, lifting her up so she only had a few steps to climb. "True…" She murmured, grabbing the ladder and climbing. I kept hold of her thighs, making sure she didn’t fall; she was fast, and despite the violent movemen

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

while Virex watched the shadows, his charcoal suit finally free of the scent of combat. But as the clock struck midnight in Geneva, the silence ended. Cassius looked down at his gauntlet, his face turning pale. The stabilization field from the wedding hadn't just silenced the Siren... it had provoked her. "Xander, Evangeline," Cassius whispered into the private comms. "The wedding was a success. But the Abyssal Tide didn't just stop. It’s... it's moving." On the holographic monitors, a massive, cold-signature began to rise from the depths of the Pacific, moving with a velocity that defied physics. The Siren-Class Harbinger was no longer broadcasting messages. She was coming to collect the de

What Abyss? This was the first time she had heard of these things. She looked at the three men before her, finding them all very mysterious. "I'll explain," said Arthur, pulling a small piece of tattered cloth from his inner pocket and placing it on the desk. It had some markings on it. "The Abyss is the name of a demonic sea region. We know of its existence, but it's too dangerous. No one from recent generations has ventured there. This scrap of cloth is part of a complete sea map."

Are starting to see visions we shouldn’t be. I confirm as much when we speak privately through mind-link. Lilith has already shifted and left us standing on the deck behind her. I had watched mesmerised as her white fur swayed as Abyss shook her fur out. The very tips a purple much like her eyes, but only as the light hit her fur in the right angle. Abyss doesn’t hesitate to jump into the water, swimming inside as if a wolf belonged inside the water and then she disappears behind the waterfall. My heart palpitates in panic even though I can hear that she’s fine.

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.

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.

His pitch-black eyes slowly cleared, the amber returning to his pupils like molten gold as he stared down into the churning, black vortex opening directly beneath the wreckage. "They aren't retreating, Lyra," Killian rasped, his voice dropping into a chest-vibrating growl that rattled the iron mast against my spine. He pressed his rigid, aching length hard against my hip—a raw, possessive promise of what he would do to me the moment the battlefield was clear. "The death of their commander didn't break their line. It triggered the final ward. They’ve awakened the Abyssal Patriarch." Before I could answer, a massive, basalt-plated hand—easily the size of our flagship’s main deck—shattered the

The transition was less a wrench and more a drowning. The humid, oxygen-rich air of Verdant Prime was ripped away, replaced by a crushing, cold pressure and absolute silence. Lyra’s eyes flew open to inky blackness, punctuated by faint, drifting specks of bioluminescence. WORLD LOADED: ABYSSAL STATION THALASSA BIOSPHERE: SUBSURFACE OCEAN, DEEP TRENCH PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: RESTORE POWER TO CENTRAL HUB