Lord Of Abyss Novels & Stories

--- Finn stepped beside Ariana. His sword remained raised. "My Queen." She looked at him. "If that creature reaches the surface..." "It won't stop with this kingdom." Lucien joined them. "It will wipe out every pack." Selene tightened her grip around her weapon. "We're already struggling against one ancient enemy." Ronan forced out a dry laugh. "Apparently fate thinks we needed another." No one smiled. --- The Abyss General slowly backed away from the staircase. Its burning crimson eyes remained fixed on the darkness below.

“Oh... By the way, I just saw how bizarre the destruction of the Shura Realm looked. It turned out that a huge mouth had devoured that world. What the hell was going on? What on earth was that mouth?” When Alex thought of that huge mouth, a lingering fear shook his soul. The True Martial Starlord’s divided soul said, “Originally, that wasn’t something you should know about, but you won’t see me in the future. I’ll tell you about its name. It is called the Abyssal Overlord. In terms of strength... the Abyssal Overlord surpasses your Supreme God. The one you just encountered was a minor.” Alex was speechless. The True Martial Starlord’s divided soul smiled. “You shouldn’t overthink it. It is u

“Who were they?” His voice was cold and it sent chill across the room, causing the hairs on their bodies to stand. King Duras trembled, although he had heard about the Lord of Astaroth; a ruthless ruler and a devil-human hybrid, he had thought that the rumors exaggerated the claims but only now did he see that, they were not at all exaggerated, on the other hand, they were underrated, he had never before seen anything like this. But Ryder faced his queen, Lynorr. He had no business with the frail and undeserving King of Rocheveron, the old man was much to spinless to be involved in this but he knew that the queen and her commander lover were behind all of this so he faced her alone.

There was only the Silence—the cold, efficient mandate of the Shadow-King to extinguish the light I carried. "It’s no use, Darlene," Jackson’s voice drifted over the black lake, smooth as silk and heavy as a tombstone. He stood ten feet away, his shadow-form rippling like smoke in the violet light of the glowing mushrooms. "The Abyss doesn't just take the body; it rewrites the soul. He’s not your protector anymore. He’s my most loyal hound. And he’s hungry for that little sun you’re holding."

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.

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

His pitch-black eyes slowly cleared, the amber returning to his pupils like molten gold as he stared down into the churning, black vortex opening directly beneath the wreckage. "They aren't retreating, Lyra," Killian rasped, his voice dropping into a chest-vibrating growl that rattled the iron mast against my spine. He pressed his rigid, aching length hard against my hip—a raw, possessive promise of what he would do to me the moment the battlefield was clear. "The death of their commander didn't break their line. It triggered the final ward. They’ve awakened the Abyssal Patriarch." Before I could answer, a massive, basalt-plated hand—easily the size of our flagship’s main deck—shattered the

It had no fur, no skin, only shifting darkness wrapped around something too large, too unnatural to be real. And its eyes. Twin voids of endless blackness, absorbing all light, all hope, all reason. They locked onto the high priest, unblinking, unfathomable. The Abyss Wolf had awakened. A wave of dread rolled through the chamber, thick enough to choke on. The priests dropped to their knees in reverence, their bodies trembling, their foreheads pressing against the cold stone. Some chanted. Others wept. The high priest himself quivered, but still, he stood, his voice shaking but unwavering.

“He suffered abuse growing up. He is obviously delusional and dangerous now.” I’d like to snap his neck, Moon grumbled to himself, battling the urge to kill the bastard. It would upset Joy more. He bent and grabbed the towel. It was easy to bite into an edge and tear it into three long strips. Moon wasn’t gentle when he rolled the human onto his stomach. It gave him satisfaction when he realized, from the odd way it was twisted, that one of the human’s legs was broken near the knee. It would be painful when he regained consciousness and hurt like hell.

“If you hadn’t taken me through the secret tunnel and allowed me to experience the thrill of using Wilfred Crossbow, I would have thought that Prince Regan was a boring person.” “My Lady, please wait here. Prince Regan will be here soon.” Allure sent him off with a wave of her hand and turned her attention to the ornate tapestries that covered the wall. One particular image caught her attention. It depicted the aftermath of the great disaster that had rocked the world twelve years ago. Amidst the broken weapons and dead bodies was a young boy with golden curls. Despite the dire circumstances, his eyes were shining with determination.