Cavalier Of Abyss Novels & Stories

"Abbot's dead, I'm sure. A shape shifter was posing as him a few days ago." "No, I have Abbott," Verus replied casually, but concerned. "What do you mean, you have him?" I asked as my heart stopped within my chest. "I grabbed him a few days ago," Verus replied nonchalantly. "Actually, he didn't want to go, but I talked him into going to a safe house. The one who's creating these rogue vamps is a shape shifter, like you said. He wanted Abbott out of the picture, so I told Abbott and he went along with it, and the rogue vamp thinks he's dead. Abbott really wants that guy badly. So, he was willing to do what it takes to catch him. Anyway, the shape shifter took his place."

His muscular and toned olive skin and his blue eyes had me swooning from the moment that I laid eyes on him. Just thinking about him now is making me all hot and bothered. I will have to tell Uncle Faris that I am no longer fit to be the assassin in this particular case. I am compromised. Fuck, I groan inwardly. I have been compromised. Osiris knows who I am. Death is the only way out of this situation. Either Osiris has to die, or I do. I knew the rules when I joined the brotherhood. The Lycan King cannot make exceptions for me just because I am his niece.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

"I don't deserve to live anymore. I should have just died with you." "No, you can't!" I said firmly, with a shake of my head. "You must continue living on! You have to live well on my behalf, too! "I really wish that you'd be able to find your happiness, Vicky…" Just then, the ambulance sirens got louder, and Victoria's soul began to fade. "Jo! Don't leave me!" she exclaimed, grabbing me tightly. "Don't leave me, please! Don't go!" I smiled lightly at her as my soul slowly disappeared into specks of light. This time, I felt the force that had been imprisoning my soul all along finally vanishing in silence.

Aisha looked down at the notebooks. At the life contained inside them. At the family that had never existed. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she felt something unexpected. Not professional curiosity. Not clinical interest. Something far more dangerous. Compassion. Because somewhere inside those pages she had glimpsed a lonely man constructing an entire universe simply so he wouldn't have to face the possibility of being completely alone. And somehow that felt more heartbreaking than any illness. The rain continued falling outside. Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened.

The image burned in my memory, as clear now as it was then. She had looked back once, her expression defiant yet broken. I had followed the pack warriors when they chased her, my curiosity getting the better of me. I had watched from the shadows, my heart pounding with anticipation as they cornered her. When she jumped, I didn’t move to stop her. I didn’t call out. No one could survive the Silver Abyss. Its waters were pure torment, a swirling mass of molten silver and ancient, deadly magic. Avery was as good as dead the moment she made the leap. I had seen it with my own eyes.

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion t

" yup this is it " " is...that....why.....you brought me ?" she said in between breaths . " well yeah I can't really sense demon energy too well seeing as I spent 10 years surrounded by nothing but Divine energy and these two are fallen so they can't even feel it so..." "I get it " she said as she seems to have recovered . " well if that's done I'll be taking the memories bit from the one's I got before this the absorbing is going to be violent so let's go inside " he said as he moved into the cave .

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."