Lord Of Abyss Novels & Stories

The small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong wind hit them. Then he finally stopped. I guess we've reached the highest point because I can now see the night view of a beautiful cityscape. It's vast and bright, as the breeze blows soft across my face. "I come here when I want to cry, but I never once did." he took a deep breath, "After my accident, I was in a coma for almost 6 months. I woke up feeling empty, I don't know anyone. When I learn about the accident and how my father died, I did not cry nor feel any pain. For 15 years, I feel like I'm in an abyss in the sea. That's why, I badly want to go back, to my past."

"Please lower your voice, Christian, you're frightening my son! Wait a while until he calms down. I have no idea that you are after my uncle's money and you have no good intention towards me..." The businessman sneered at her and abused her with words that she had never heard before from the lawyer. "You know bit*ch, if not for my ambition to become the chairman of your uncle's company, I will not even come to your house and agree to his proposal to marry you. On second thought, you are very pretty and sexy even though you just gave birth to that baby of yours, why not have you as my slave, huh? You will enjoy every minute of the time we'll spend on the bed together, I assure you! One last t

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

The whispers around them intensified, the voices now forming words that sent chills down their spines: *“Welcome, children of light… to the heart of darkness.” Ethan felt a surge of panic as the figure began to move toward them, its presence overwhelming. “What are you?” he demanded, his voice shaking. “I am the Abyss,” the figure replied, its voice a low, resonant growl that seemed to come from all around them. “I am the void between worlds, the darkness that devours all. And you… you have come to feed me.”

The battlefield had become a graveyard of gods. Mountains burned beneath the fractured eclipse while darkness and silver fire clashed endlessly across the ruined land. Hunters fought shadow creatures among collapsing stone towers. Wolves howled through rivers of corruption. And beneath it all, the Abyss watched. That massive golden eye remained open beneath the cracked earth, ancient and patient, studying Lira and Kael with terrifying fascination. The King stood between them and the Abyss now. Protectively. Violently. Darkness spiraled around his massive form like a storm barely restrained.

They didn't shift into common wolves; they remained in their towering, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, their eyes glowing a fierce, predatory crimson as they surged across the newly formed ice shelf, their massive iron broadswords already unsheathed. The remaining Abyssal warriors who had survived the initial crush scrambled out of the rigging, their silver-plated armor dented and their coordination completely shattered. They took one look at the incoming wave of northern predators and the glowing, starlight-eyed Queen standing atop the promontory, and their centuries of pureblood pride completely dissolved into animalistic panic. "The prophecy..." an Abyssal officer gasped, dropping his shattere

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

[Ambrose] The Lord of mountains sprinted toward the dark Lord with a earth rumbling growl. Not even waiting for Sephora to give the order to attack, before Ambrose was summoning spears of diamond and obsidian to his hands and hurling them with all his immortal strength.

Ario claps his hands, cleaning the mud, “He is an excited one, you see! Can’t make him follow the strict routine you maintain.” Tolas's mouth is still wide open, noticing the plump muscles. He somehow can’t remove his eyes from the guy in front of him who is blessed with an unbelievably tall body and lean muscles. Not a wonder why such a young vampire got selected as their clan lord, leaving all those old ones. He’s not only strong but also sharp. However, there’s still default in him and that’s what drags his reputation down to earth. Realizing a sharp gaze stuck on him, Ario chuckles, “Where are you looking at, Tolas?”. He waves his hands before his hands to snap him back to reality. “Are