Lord Of Abyss Novels & Stories

Alistair returned Lyon’s greeting with a smile as well. Lyon Aschere lived a double identity as he grew up, one is the life of being the apprentice of Commander Arthur and being the second in command of all the knights in the kingdom. And the second one is being the Princess’s Personal Knight. People had already created rumours that Lyon and The Reaper were the same person for obvious reasons. But then again they could not really say or do anything that would harm his identity. The two of them went silent, Lyon closing his eyes feeling the weak waves of the water from beneath. Water coming out of the showers was the only sound that could be heard along with a few animal noises from beyond th

My copy stumbled back, rage twisting her face. The Hollow King’s eyes went cold. “You don’t understand what you’re breaking,” he said. “Good,” I hissed. “Neither did you when you tried to own me.” The cage trembled, reacting to my defiance like it was a living thing. And then—without warning— a vision slammed into me, bright and violent: A throne made of ash. My hands covered in blood. Kieran kneeling at my feet, eyes blue again, begging. My mother screaming my name.

and in the slums, that name was a curse word. "Lower the weapon, Kemi," I said, my voice vibrating with a "Void-Lead" frequency that made the nearby oil drums hum with a low, threatening resonance. "The Abyss-Lords are in the sky because of the Council’s greed, not because of us. If you pull that trigger, you aren't saving the slums; you’re just doing my mother’s dirty work for free."

At its heart sat a figure, tall and crowned with fire, his presence choking the air. “What is the Abyssal Order?” she asked firmly. The sorcerer’s madness cracked. His thoughts screamed, echoing inside her mind. ‘A demon king will rise. Hades, the ruler of the Abyss. He will rule over every kingdom. His child… his heir will open the path. A child born of power and ruin.’

cried Abyss, trying to go to aid him, but he was stopped by Belphegor's immense flames, he seemed to be growing bigger and bigger, looking demonic and monstrous, like a specter made of pure flames of the deepest of hell… this was all anger at seeing his young lord being beaten like this… however, he desired to obey his lord words! "Abyss, don't move, my lord told you to not interfere!" he said. Abyss glanced at Belphegor's figure, immense anger boiling through his entire being… "We have to respect my lord's decision, and trust his resolve! This will be… a challenge that he must go through by himself!" said Belphegor. "Or are you telling me that… you don't trust our lord's words?" asked Belph

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

"I won." "Your just lucky," he whispered before he ungentlemanly picked her up before he went back to the throne. The next thing she knew, he was already casting a medical spell on her. "Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." -----

Dorian Valenti. The brutal lord of an ancient vampire family. They called him the king of everything lawless in the underworld. They said he had killed his own father and his own brother to rise. They said there was no crime under the moon he had not committed, no line he had not crossed. To ordinary people, his name was a legend you did not speak. The girls at the monastery would whisper it sometimes, and then they would look at one another and stop, and close their mouths, because even saying the sound of it felt like a blasphemy against the Goddess.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

Go, now, into the abyss. As I spoke, the sky darkened to black, as thunder rumbled. I could feel the power churning within me, unprecedented, never seen before. I watched as Lucifer, The Dark Lord, Cain, The Destroyer and Baèl, The Eternal One got sucked into another dimension, the abyss. I sighed. I felt the weapon dissipate, as though it never existed in the first place. The black aura of death fading along with it. I was back to Dean Olsen, the human. Then, I took off in a run. Tyler was dying.