Alluring Abyss Novels & Stories

My heightened senses allow me to anticipate her every move. She walks towards me, wearing a pink robe, her blonde hair wet. Her bare feet glide across the floor. Her legs are smooth and unblemished. When she sees me in my wolf form, she'll surely never invite me into her home again. "Hey," she says, standing before me with a radiant smile. Who knew a smile could transport you to another universe? Her smile is more intoxicating than any drug people take. I might be exaggerating, but she smells delightful, and the remnants of alcohol no longer bother me. She's just so beautiful.

Third Person's POV The thickness of the mist is almost blinding. The dark waters seem to move like a serpent, ready to attack. Sudanni immediately noticed that they were entering another dimension. This is the dimension of Scylla but they haven't seen it yet because of the thick fog that envelops the atmosphere. All they could hear was the sound of the waves. "Remain in silence. We are already in the lair of Scylla." Elijah promised in their minds. Elijah immediately guessed that because he felt the presence of the two titans. He just couldn't figure out where they were.

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.

I almost cried out in disappointment when he ripped his lips from mine, my anguish only suppressed when they landed again on my neck, the sensation sending shockwaves right to my core. He traced down, his lips and tongue working their way along my collarbone, down to the peaks of my breasts. I gasped in ecstasy as his lips enveloped my nipple, swirling my mound under his tongue. The room was heavy with moans and arousal, our hips grinding against each other as we promised pleasure to come. I tilted my head back against the pillow, closing my eyes as I gave into the sensation of the Alpha's tongue on my body. He trailed down further, peppering kisses down the entirety of my torso, past my nav

"Ow! Wait… Does being abyssal mean that we can feel what the other feels?" "Does that mean sex will be better since we can both feel the other person's pleasure?" Erys smirked, moving to Nyx. Abby face palmed. Kali and Abby took off to the Nether-Realm, taking advantage of the fact that they could do whatever they wanted. Unable to resist the temptation, Erys took Nyxie to his room and they made love. ~Nyxie~

Unaware that this bliss was to be accompanied by pain. --XX--

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

It was an opening. Black seeped through the fractures, not smoke, not shadow, but hunger. The abyss slithered from the wound in the mountain, threads of darkness coiling toward us, reaching, tasting. Arielle stiffened in my arms, her silver already rising in answer. She was pale, shaking, but her chin lifted. Gods, she would stand against the void even broken. But I knew the truth: she didn’t have enough left. Neither of us did. And still—

He had always been beautiful. He had always understood his beauty as a quality of his design, the specific aesthetic achievement of Nyx's intention applied to the making of the Morningstar, a beauty that was part of his function as much as his wings or his voice. He had never understood it as his. The Abyss was showing him something different. His beauty in this space was not reflected light. Not the celestial radiance of a being embodying divine intention. It was generated, emerging from the inside out, from the specific combination of everything he had become across the week and everything the Abyss's responsive darkness was recognizing in him and answering.