King Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

The king's darker skin complexion and long dark hair made him appear more regal, while Magnus's lighter skin shade reminded me of his angelic past. "Basilea had reminded me that she's a demon succubus and needed more beings to feed on sexually. She had the privilege to do so under her previous king. So I wanted you to give yourself to her when she wants you to." There was no hesitation in his words as if demanding one of his higher rank generals to fuck his demon succubus sex slave was an everyday chore for the guy. I can't help myself to smile on the inside, thinking king Armand is such an enigma. He knows that I can easily seduce his general but he instructed the man instead. Men.

if I could solve this in a way that was non violent I was hoping I would but the truth was, I was ready to fight whoever and whatever if my mom threatening plan for peace didn't work. I was just hoping it would be a last resort. I checked the security cameras as I started to get off the plan. Christopher was still asleep looking so beautiful. I smiled ad I walked out of the plan and immediately noticed a presence. There was a man standing beside a car smile and waiting for me. I couldn't recognize him as my friend Hamed not could I recognize his scent. "Welcome Mr Abyss. I've been waiting for you" he smiled and I sighed immediately knowing who he was.

The man whose face I had just beheld in awe is none other than the King of Utrif. My mate is the ruler of a realm where rogues like me are branded as criminals, hunted and despised. Noah lifts one brow—a picture of complete and utter nonchalance. "I'm—" a rogue. He's the king. This can't be. There has to be a mistake. His arms are crossed. "Yes?" I shake my head and turn to glass wall. The moment I reach the end I realise I have no lungs. No breathes. There is no air.

Finally, Claude couldn't help but admit that Cyrus was extremely assimilated. Every day, carrying the heavy Follo bag, walking around the caves and alleys, Claude is a person who is used to suffering. Except for the fact that the evening bath is a bit long, there is really nothing else. What's more, he was cursed with Cyrus in his stomach every day. His life was terrible. On the fourth day of filming at Swan, a strong character appeared. He is one of the shareholders of the management Sect, a fashion company, and is also the representative in Asia of Henry Jackie, Ruber Johnny.

"when you get back, we will organise a competition." "I don't want she-wolves competing over me," I said, the whole idea left me feeling dirty. I hated the idea of being forced to take a random stranger as a mate over my goddess chosen mate. The goddess made mates perfect for us in every way, so why should I settle. The King saw it differently. Since learning his mate couldn't have children he'd grown hard and resentful. Why the King of all people should have an infertile mate was a secret the goddess held onto tightly.

In his place stood the true King of the Abyss. He towered above the battlefield, his crown of black crystal reaching into the storm clouds. His heartbeat echoed through the ruined world, each pulse sending cracks across the ancient gate. The Gatekeepers stared in stunned silence. One after another, they lowered their swords. Not in surrender. In disbelief. The Gatekeeper King tightened his grip on his blade. "So this..." His voice was barely a whisper. "...is the enemy our ancestors feared." The King of the Abyss slowly opened his wings. The force of the movement threw warriors across the battlefield. Stone pillars shattered. An

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

Eventually Alex is able to tell me the town, and that it isn't too far from here, before both him and Alex leave me to rest. Not that I can find much...Nightmares haunt me. Nightmares of being kidnapped, meeting an enigmatic hunter with unspoken abilities. A King, a rebellion. These nightmares assault me so viciously, so vividly, I wake in the night in a sweat, gasping in panic. These aren't nightmares, they are memories.

“Did you have a good trip?” “The King of Autumn is very determined. He has many opinions and views, so you have to figure out where you stand with him on any given day. But yes, otherwise it was good.” I glanced at the divine creature lying beside me on the blanket. His tunic, otherwise a beautiful grass green that made his eyes stand out even more, was open, and he wore black trousers that fit perfectly. “Have you read yet?”

"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."