Lord Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

From that day Elena and Elvenia didn't just become friends but rather they became best of friends. LILITH’S DREAM At the kingdom of Mephistopheles, the queen had strange, disturbing dreams of the supernatural but couldn’t figure out what it was and so she decided to seek help from the Abyss. The Abyss was known to be a dark void and a vile place anyone could be in, filled with a lot of evil creatures And horrific experience, Hoping to find answers to her dream. She was the only one who had access to the Abyss As she is the queen. She approached the entrance of the Abyss and cut herself putting a drop inside a skull head as the door opened.

he huffed, “but yes, then the dark veil will be lifted from the land of Sapiro. Free the wolves from the curse of being enslaved to the night. Some say that all the lycan spirits will rise from the dead and kill all the vampire royalties who doomed us to this dark age.” I shivered. It sounds like something I only see in those supernatural movies where blood will spill to find the peace they are looking for. “And me? What will happen to me in these interpretations?” He stared at me; the light of his phone illuminated the intense look on his face. “You will stand by his side, Rory. He is destined to be king, and you are his queen.” I swallowed hard. Something bone-chilling poked my chest, spre

She yelled Painfully, she vomits, regurgitating more blood than bile, bloody chunks of god-knows-what are also mixed into the blood she just threw up, when she's released a large enough quantity to form as not-very-small puddle on the floor, she collapses, twitching and spasm-ing. Some of the chunks she regurgitated start to convulse, turning into vapor, they start to amalgamate and condenses into what was left of the lykan agent she was fighting. He was now a horrible mass of deformed flesh and bones, contorted in an excruciating display of agony and suffering. An eye on his cheek turned and focused on Terror and a mangled arm reached out as if asking for help. The grotesque thing before hi

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

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."

The Guardian looked toward the entrance of the valley. “The Abyssal Lords,” he muttered, his voice colder than before. My heart skipped. “Abyssal… Lords?” I repeated, confused. “They have awakened.” He slowly unsheathed the gigantic sword resting upon his back. The blade released a soft silver radiance that illuminated nearly half the valley. “I had hoped to delay them.” “I didn’t expect them to arrive so soon.” “I can control them,” I quickly offered. “I’ve already controlled thousands of Abyssal creatures and Void Beasts before.”

They were a legion of demigods, radiating heat, starlight, and dark matter. Marcus, the grizzled Beta, stood up. He was a foot taller in his human form, his eyes swirling with violet magma. He slammed a heavy, armored fist against his chest in a brutal, unified salute. "The Abyssal Vanguard stands ready, my King! My Queen!" Marcus bellowed, his voice echoing with tectonic force. Five hundred voices roared in absolute, terrifying unison, shaking the very mountains of the Highlands. I looked at the alien Astrolabe glowing on a pedestal beside us. Its red runes were locked onto the coordinates of the enemy dimension. The portal was ready to be opened.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Surely, he must not have meant it, what was he doing anyway? "Over my dead body will I—" "If you die, you can watch our wedding from heaven...or hell" Willow snapped and Launched at Damian but Lorde stopped him and frowned at the nonchalant Damian, "You cannot marry the princess, stranger!" Damian smirked. "No Lavanian princess will get involved with the North and their black magic" Lorde said as he looked at Aidan for backing but the latter was too shocked to speak, no one knew what to say anyway.

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