Abyssal Sire Novels & Stories

The Abyss pulsed around her, hungry, patient, and utterly unstoppable. Abyss and the world. Kiran and Lucien, trapped in the time loop, are forced to watch helplessly as her essence wavers one choice away from total destruction or salvation.

“For Elyra.” The Abyss Heart’s core surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum rattling bone. Its crystalline heart pulses, shadow-coils writhing within, screech splitting stone. Theryn’s vision deepens—Zynara binding a deeper cosmic entity, its form a void-wreathed star, runes sealing it. Their voice whispers, eyes bright. “It’s beyond the heart.” Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the Abyss Heart’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the key. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I shield her, blade striking shadow-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark surging, hymn steady.

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

The variable was refusing the math. "The Mother... is the virus," the Mother murmured, her voice fading into a hiss. "She has infected the King with... empathy." "It's not an infection," I rasped, my right hand clawing at the quartz floor, dragging my 90% stone body another inch toward my son. "It's... the... rain." The Deep Altar groaned as a secondary breach erupted from the southern vent. The Fear faction drones hadn't stopped at the surface. They had deployed the "Abyssal Hooks"—massive, silver-alloy drills designed to pierce the cathedral’s ribcage.

We reached the mouth of the Viridian Maw, otherwise known as the Green Abyss. It was the home of the Sirens, large caves nestled in deep waters. Rhidian was standing on the stone dais, flanked by a dozen guards whose hands never strayed far from the hilts of their spears. He looked different from the last time I saw him, as if a great weight sat on his shoulders. His skin was sallow, with dark circles around his eyes; it seemed he had lost a lot of weight. Alluvia scrambled toward him, almost tripping over his own feet, and whispered something in his ear.

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.

Sisi said, coming back to Serra. Serra's eyes flew back to the woods and thought of him again. "He's the one controlling the Reapers." She answered in a distant voice. "You know what he is?" She nodded. "Inkur of the Abyss." Serra swallowed on her answer. "I've seen him on my dreams." "Where there is life, there is death." Sisi said. "He will always find you. He will always be drawn to you." Serra looked at her. "Inkurs of both realms exist for a reason." Sisi added.

Records described them as having a “greenish gleaming face with disheveled serpent-like hair while the rest of her body is covered by darkness. Abyzou says that she does not sleep, but rather wanders the world looking for women about to give birth; given the opportunity, she will strangle newborns. She claims also to be the source of many other afflictions, including deafness, eye trouble, obstructions of the throat, madness, and bodily pain. Arguably, the name “Abyzou” appears to be a corrupted form of the Greek word abyssos ("the abyss"), the Greek itself was borrowed from Assyrian Apsu or Sumerian Abzu, the undifferentiated sea from which the world was created in the Sumerian belief syste

The Abyss was a fortress, black stone rising from the cliffs like a scar on the land. For most men, it was home to power and terror, a seat of iron control. But for Kane Salvatore, in those days after Castelle’s exile, The Abyss was nothing but a hollow cage.

This entity, it seemed, wasn't merely a legend, but a terrifying reality that lurked within the Abyss. Their next encounter was a physical one – a colossal derelict vessel, its once gleaming hull now scarred and blackened, like a cosmic tombstone. Anya, analyzing the wreckage, identified it as belonging to an ancient species known for their insatiable hunger for knowledge. Their journey, it appeared, had led them to the Abyss, and their fate remained a chilling mystery. Guided by whispers and debris, they ventured deeper into the Abyss. Every passing moment felt like a descent into an abyss not just of space, but of existence itself. The whispers on the Echo network grew stronger, morphing f