Abyssal Sire Novels & Stories

The surface of the sea was boiling. A massive, terrifying geyser of thick, unnatural steam erupted from the center of the Mariana Trench. It didn't look like normal fog. It was heavy, bruised purple, and laced with the sickening, bioluminescent blue of the Leviathans. The Hive-Mind was literally boiling its own mass, converting the crushing pressure of the deep into an endless, rising pillar of atmospheric suffocation. The abyssal storm expanded rapidly as it hit the cold surface air, spiraling upward and blotting out the sun. It was an anti-sky, a sprawling canopy of dark, suffocating moisture that was rapidly spreading across the horizon.

he exclaimed, his voice filled with delight. "We're not just Sirens, Dad," I explained, "we're Vampire/Siren Hybrids with Atlantian DNA. We all are." His eyes grew wide with astonishment, and he took a deep breath, trying to process this revelation. "This brings me great joy." he smiled at Niklaus. "So, you know about the Atlantians?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. I nodded, smiling. "We do. Let me properly introduce my mates. This is King Abatrose, King of the Meridians."

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.

"It's called the Abyss. Common amongst gifted with mind related abilities, it is a state in which the individual is able to use his/her gift at frighteningly optimal levels and for a long stretch without stopping. The downside of being in this state is the temporary loss of emotion, conscience and in the worst case, lack of recognition of loved ones. A Gifted in the abyss may attack loved ones the same way as he would an enemy." Except from "The Gifted Mind" by Irish vampire scientist Dr Alice Kerry.

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?

Steven replied. “Firstly, how did all the council members get killed and replaced without a single soul knowing about it? Even their families are unaware that their husbands and wives are fake. Secondly, what are abyss demons?” Noah asked. “When abyss demons with the ranking of lords kill mortal beings, the person is instantly teleported to the abyss realm. They must have learned everything they had to know about the council before hand, so their job was clean. Abyss demons are creatures from a realm in a completely separate reality from ours. It's a lot to explain, but you'll find out enough when you encounter one yourself, Noah Montgomery,” Gabriella spoke.

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.