Novel & Cerita Cavalier Of Abyss

My breathing quickened. “Why are you doing this to me?!” I cried. He chuckled sweetly. “Isn’t it a husband’s job to make his wife feel good? I want to make love to my wife...” I turned to face him. His smile was soft and genuine—but it didn’t look like drunken babbling. If anything, he seemed more alert than before. “No, you don’t. You hate me. I’m Violet—the girl you despise.” He tilted his head. “I don’t hate you. You’re so beautiful... why would I hate you? Every time I see you, I want to touch you... kiss you… and—”

“And the Abyss is my birthright.” Aria’s heart pounded, a vision hitting her mother, bleeding before a crimson altar, whispering of a traitor father who bound his soul to the Abyss. Drenvar wasn’t just alive. He was its heart, and her bloodline was his key. “Move!” she shouted, slashing her claws. Crimson light blasted through the wolves, ash scattering, but they kept coming, their numbers endless. Kael tackled one, his fangs tearing through its hide, blood spraying.

The master of Azure Flames, Aster, couldn't fight against Caspian's seemingly ordinary punch? Avery was so surprised that she covered her mouth. Cole and Wylie both furrowed their brows. As for Caspian, he remained composed. But within his profound gaze lurked an endless intent to kill!

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

sighed the woman, she seemed to be about to cry. Abyss felt pity for her, whoever she was, she was very sad, and could sense her emotions. "You're so considerate… Don't worry, I am fine… Please, take care of him, I implore of you…" Abyss didn't really know what was happening, but she accepted, she didn't have any other choice anyway. Suddenly, Abyss was absorbed by a strange wormhole, as her little soul flew through the endless Grand Cosmos, crossing through space and time…

Apparently the Gods are cruel enough to give me one monster and then send me directly into the arms of another. His dark brows pull together. “Maeve?” I step back, but way too fast. My shoulder hits the wall. There is no one else in the hallway. No Seyla. No Luca. No Lyra. No one. Just Callan Ravaryn. The son of the man who murdered my parents. The son of the reason my life ended five years ago. My breath comes faster now and my visions darkens.

The mechanical horde pulled back, forming a massive, silent ring around the Vanguard. The water in the center of the ring began to violently swirl, creating a localized, terrifying current that threatened to pull Dax and the team off their magnetic boots. Descending slowly from the blackness above, illuminated only by the sickly green thermal vents of the city, was the Sovereign of Abyssal-One. He was easily twelve feet tall, clad in that same sleek, midnight-blue crustacean-like armor they had seen on the hologram. But the hologram hadn't conveyed the sheer, suffocating aura of power he projected.

But his eyes remained the same: two swirling vortexes of silver and shadow that saw right through my pretenses. ​“The Sister Weaver,” I admitted, turning to him. “The Abyssal King called me his memory, Cassian. He did not say I looked like her. He said I was her. If the first Weaver split her soul to manage the light and the dark, then where does the rest of that soul go? Does it just wait in the blood until the right frequency wakes it up?”

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

The pulse traveled outward—through the sky, through trembling branches, through the damp earth—and into a cavern older than the first whispered name for “god.” In the cavern, surrounded by fossils of forgotten creatures and the glitter of minerals no mortal language could name, a woman made of moonlight opened her eyes. A forgotten god. Mayari exhaled. Her breath frosted the air. Water froze. Shadow straightened. Her silver hair floated behind her as if suspended in the night sky itself. Skin like a polished pearl glowed faintly in the darkness. Her eyes were eclipses—deep, devouring, luminous. Something has woken her from her slumber. Not magic. A choice.