Lord Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

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."

“I’m done chasing an enemy I can’t see.” The bridge opened wider. Not a narrow path anymore.. This time, a doorway. And something different stepped through. Neither shadow nor monster. But a figure shaped like a man, tall and crowned with horns of polished obsidian, veins of starlit darkness glowing around his skin. His eyes were huge and carried patients, as if he had gotten used to watching civilizations rise and fall. Eryndor froze at the sight of him. “The Abyss King,” he whispered. “First Sovereign of the Void.”

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,

“Tell me where she is!” Lucas’s smile faded. “Tsk,tsk..are you shouting at me? You should be begging me.” He paused and looked at me. I forced the word out between clenched teeth. “Please,” I said. “Please bring her back. I’ll give you anything. Anything you want.” Lucas studied me for a long moment. “Who thought one day, Giovanni, the most handsome man in Madrid, the cold and calculated CEO…will beg me.” He smiled

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

The solution, the lord, still unmarried wished to marry one of us and my sister came forward to comply with his demands, as usual sacrificing herself for my sake. My sister's age was closer to his appearance since I don't know what the lord's actual age is, he could be 100, no one knew how old the Vampire lord was but he never looked a day older than 25. He had come in person to ask my sister's hand. My father had begrudgingly given his consent, he was helpless. I had peeked out from our small bedroom and seen him for the first time. His tall stature dwarfed the sofa he was sitting on, his all-black attire and long black hair gave out a fearsome aura. My sister was said to be the fairest mai

"Please lower your voice, Christian, you're frightening my son! Wait a while until he calms down. I have no idea that you are after my uncle's money and you have no good intention towards me..." The businessman sneered at her and abused her with words that she had never heard before from the lawyer. "You know bit*ch, if not for my ambition to become the chairman of your uncle's company, I will not even come to your house and agree to his proposal to marry you. On second thought, you are very pretty and sexy even though you just gave birth to that baby of yours, why not have you as my slave, huh? You will enjoy every minute of the time we'll spend on the bed together, I assure you! One last t

My eyes met Jonas' and he raised his eyebrows in surprise at my physical feat. "Looks like we'll have a warrior out of you yet, little wolf." Alpha Rhodes said softly, nudging my leg with his own. One of the warriors flicked off the lights and the opening credits of some sort of action movie began to roll across the screen. I watched as a man took on hundreds of assailants, bullets flying as he tried to get out of impossible situations. Torrance was completely entranced, leaning in towards the television and gasping as the hero was trapped in yet another elaborate scheme. Before long she'd completely slid off of the soft leather of the couch, crawling on her stomach to the screen, laying fla

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