Lord Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

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.

All these reminded him of the exact state of the hinterlands, strengthening his resolve. Hades' lair as the amortals referred to it, was located in Sydney, Australia. The humans had named it 'Burning Mountain', because of a mysterious, never-quenching fire which burned from thirty meters underground up to the surface and expelled a continuous cloud of smoke through the vent, consuming the elevated plateau and leaving it bare and barren. Humans believed that the fire had been raging for over five thousand years. Well, they did not know any better because of their short life span and disconnect in history. The fire was everlasting, it had burned since time immemorial, and forever it would burn

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

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.

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."

"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.

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

Hades had Hilda, the mother of John killed effortlessly by ripping her heart before her own son, John. Hades wiped away the witches who survived from Eregdrix (and happened to relocate to a new home found by Arakah for them) with a wide fire in the bushes. Hades was the plain and structured definition of brute and wickedness. Abyss Abyss represents Darkness and is a character or was a character in Chaos And Apocalypse. The abyss was a god in the born by power pantheon, under chaos and Apocalypse whom represented darkness. This given entity as well has no personification of humanity and is in no form human or thinks like a human. Its total though is destruction and it submits to the fates.