Alluring Abyss Novels & Stories

"It’s going to be a disaster. And I can’t wait to see it." The last thing he felt was the cool breeze of the real night drifting down into the wreckage, smelling not of ozone, but of damp concrete and possibility. The Abyss had tried to consume them, but the Abyss had no heart, and that—Anji decided just before sleep claimed him—was its one and only flaw.

To sinking into that tight, wet heat and claiming every inch while she fell apart under me. Let the test begin!!!

Thorne’s silver hair tickled my shoulder as he nuzzled my neck, while Vesper traced lazy patterns on my inner thigh, his violet eyes sparkling with mischief. “The pact is fulfilled on your end,” Azrael rumbled, his deep voice sending fresh shivers through me. “Your kingdom’s borders are already strengthening. But our claim on you has only begun. The Abyss calls us home… and you will come with us.” My heart raced at the words, a fresh wave of slick heat gathering between my legs despite the exhaustion. I had known the price, yet experiencing it had shattered every barrier I once held. “For how long?” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming their names through the night.

Killian carefully observed the five people Matthias had pointed out, he was impressed by their fast improvement and adaptability to everyone. "And they have been there for just two weeks?" He asked and Matthias nodded but Killian wasn't looking at him so he didn't see that. Killian suddenly stood in front of Matthias, Killian was a head taller and larger than Matthias. Killian has very broad shoulders and he can be mistaken for the beast in 'Beauty and the Beast' from behind. "What's this sudden intimidating?" Matthias asked, taking a few steps back. "Step back." He placed a hand in between them as he stepped back while Killian stepped closer to him.

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.

He turned and looked at it. Sleek. Black. Velvet. Tied with a silk ribbon. He wanted to throw it out the fucking window. But instead, like a fucking masochist, he walked toward it. His fingers untied the ribbon slowly. His chest tight. His mouth dry. He opened the lid. Fuck. Lingerie. Sheer. Black. Strappy as hell. Barely anything at all. There were no pads, no modesty, no comfort. Just threads and lace designed to be ripped off.

I rasped, my voice so loud it surprised me. After he'd driven me to the endless abyss of pleasure, he plucked his lips away— my nipples, bare, glistened with his saliva, reddish from his bites— the cold air rushed to fill the space his lips once was, earning a shiver from me. He moved upwards, giving me bites over my boobs, my shoulders, my neck and even my ears. His movements were like that of a predator, marking me as his prey as though he wanted to show the world that I was his. His to ruin, his to use, his to dominate.