Novel & Cerita Lord Of The Abyss

he asked causing me to be the one with furrowed eyebrows. "I never heard the phone go off" I explained causing him to sigh. "Her screams and sobs were" I said pausing before taking a deep breath "they were deafening" I said finally finding a word to explain it as multiple figures showed up in the doorway. I turn the camera around causing Lucian to move closer to the screen. "Keep me on the phone, I wanna be a part of this" he whispered and then I realized that the four figures climbing up the latter were the vampires and the warlock.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust. It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power. I fired.

No past. When they waved me forward, my pulse stuttered. Inside, the air was colder — scented faintly with metal and cedar. Gold light washed over marble floors that seemed too perfect to walk on. And at the far end of the grand hall, seated on a raised platform like a throne of glass and iron, was him. Nikolai Kael Volkov. The Lycan King. The ruthless god of the new age. He didn’t just sit there. He commanded the air itself. Every person in the room seemed smaller near him — shadows shrinking under a storm.

Thaddeus asked, annoyed. "During my trip, I came across a very powerful amortal. Tales are told about him that he has the power of Hades himself, to call the spirit of the dead from the afterlife. I heard he even summoned the dragon king and commanded it to obey him." "Kur, the dragon king?" Augustus asked intrigued. "The dragon king himself, the most powerful to ever live. I also heard that this amortal had an invisible army to his name. They came upon their enemies like the air and eliminated them as the passing of the wind," she paused and watched their reaction.

Chapter 33: Seducing You "By the divine power bestowed upon me by the Moon Goddess, I now proclaim you as the Crown Princess of the Lycan Kingdom. Congratulations, Princess Abigail Faith Valor. Please, hail our princess!" We all began to bow before her. I could clearly see the excitement and happiness on her face, and I felt a pang of guilt, knowing I once kept this moment from her. I felt Reagan's hand slide into mine, and I looked up at him. "Our children have grown up so much," he said, and I nodded in agreement, feeling that same bittersweet sentiment.

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.

I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t hide while they fought for me. Shoving the door open, I stepped into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The house was eerily silent now, but outside—chaos. I moved to the door, gripping the frame as I looked out. Bodies. Everywhere. Some torn apart, others motionless in pools of blood. My stomach lurched. What the hell was happening? Then I saw him. Abaddon. He was in the center of the carnage, moving like a storm, like a force of nature. Faster than any man should be able to.

"Pawns in a game already lost. What matters is Hailey’s heart. Her mind. If I control both, I control the realms." Tristan, the brute, asked with a chuckle, "And if the Wolf King intervenes?" I let a chuckle bubble from my throat. "Let him. The wolf may growl, but the sea drowns all." Later, in the crystal chamber, I summoned the living core of our newest army. Shadows moulded with water, hate bred in salt and bone. My secret weapon: the Abyssborn. They rose from the dark pits, humanoid in form but monstrous in nature. Silent. Unfeeling. Loyal.

They had an agreement to kill and devour every soul that tried to be another conqueror on sight because they can shake their cities, or even take it away from them, but one existence was on top of the danger scale for these lords. "An abyssal lord has been born..." muttered a Fallen angel in a white palace, he unfolded his four pairs of wings and walked towards the balcony. "The abyss, huh, I missed kicking the ass of those beasts" A hunter who wore animal pelts laughed loud enough to be heard kilometers away from his city.