Abyssal Sire Novels & Stories

said Erebus, learning Abyss's name from yesterday. "Uwah~ You're so cute… You already know my name~? Hehe… Now… call me mama!" said Abyss. "Mama? You're not his mother. He has no mother," said Chaos. "Ah… W-Well, yes… But what about an adoptive one~?" asked Abyss while giving a wink to Chaos.

he repeated. They kept staring at him. “Why wouldn't you believe me?” he asked. Barbie snorted. His mother frowned. His sister raised an eyebrow. “Of all the stories in the world, Lewis. You chose Derek Stygian.” Lewis blinked at his sister's reply. “What?” He turned to his mother, his final hope. “Mum?” “You should not pray to meet that man,” his mother said. “I’m not praying to meet him! I already met him!” he snapped.

This man was one of Wyvern Peak's Eight Hollows, Ariel Chapman, codenamed Abyss. Ariel had carried the mantle of Abyss for eighteen years. The Eight Hollows was originally formed to serve Wyvern Peak, but Ariel did not think Eight Hollows could stand proud solely by being at Wyvern Peak's beck and call. Instead, he wanted to conquer the entire world to prove his might.

“That is Cassiel Veythar. You've already had an interaction with him, the Prince of wrath, son of Satan.” I watched him walk alone, till he got to an empty table and sat down. Lizard-like beings balancing plates on their heads moved quickly, dropping the feast on his table, even as he watched them, bored. “He's usually with his cousin, Baelith but I guess he's not giving us an appearance tonight. Oh good,” Alstra said happily. One of the lizard-like creatures carried a small plate to me. Its eyes looked like it was popping out of its head, a forked drooling tongue slobbering on the ground. It hesitated, stopping just before it got to me.

I turned to have a better look at what she had just done. "Bryson, you are not dumb, " father said, covering me. "The Abyss is going to come for you, take it or leave it. Keeping Lucas on the tight without contact doesn't mean he doesn't have an ally and hand prepared for tones like this." I clenched my has that was right and there was truth in what he said.

Hearing that, the man with the scythe finally stopped shouting. “Tell me what exactly this place is.” The man replied, “This is Abyss Lair, and these stones are actually the original forms of those exotic abyssal beasts, but they haven't hatched yet.” Philip frowned. This never occurred to him. These exotic abyssal beasts were really strange, hatching from stones. While the man told Philip about the forbidden abyss and the situation here, his hands moved imperceptibly all throughout. Some dark red powder floated out of his hands, which fell on the stones and started corroding them.

He collected the reports and slowly read a few of my reports and hypothesis about this infection that is consuming the human mind. “What would you like to call this infection?” Azreal asked as I shrugged. “I don’t know, Rogue?” I asked as he raised a brow. “Abyss, we should call it Abyss.” Azreal said as I stared at him. “Why such a boring name? It could be vargo or Marré but Abyss…” “That is the only word I can use to express their pain. It’s deep, hollow and cold with nothing but voices echoing in their minds, forcing them to be someone they are not.”

- she says with her head downcast, not daring to look at me. Azael looks at me and drops the bomb, fixing his gaze on mine as if it were carrying pure poison. - What your little friend- he says, highlighting the word- doesn't dare to tell you, is that I may be the father of that baby.- He says pointing to her belly. I swallow hard, not quite sure what to feel. What the hell...? Gigi bursts into tears, hiding her face in the palms of her hands. Kya and Scott go down the stairs, but they say nothing when they see the panorama. There is silence in the room, only Gigi's sobs are heard. And Amon enjoying the suffering.

The captain from the rescue center came looking for Cyrus Selden just as someone shook me awake from sleep. "Lucas! Trouble! Your brother Aidan's submarine, the Abyss Explorer, has lost contact at 35,000 feet in the Mariana Trench! There was an unidentified undersea quake—communication's completely down, and their chances of survival are… slim!" I blinked the sleep from my eyes and looked at him dully. "So?" I asked, my tone flat.