Lord Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

A B-class sequence user calling himself an Apostle of the Sea God arrived with three drug-controlled sea beasts to provoke us. He stood at the bow, with three berserk sawtooth sharks behind him. "Lord of Shallow Bay, surrender your ranch and kneel for mercy, or be sacrificed to the Sea God!"

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

The rebels surged toward the remaining ten thousand defenders at Tenby Passage, a number insufficient to repel the impending onslaught. Despite Logan's relentless involvement in the battle, the tide turned against him. Injured from the fight, he was visibly exhausted. Just as the rebels were about to seize the passage, the ground resonated with the thunderous sounds of several hundred armored vehicles advancing through the dust. The shocking sound stunned everyone present, attracting their attention. Several hundred armored vehicles, along with missile carriers and other advanced equipment, were approaching Tenby Passage. The King, Lyndon, Logan, and the Diatoranian Army felt a surge of joy

He pins my wrists above my head and holds me in place. His other hand slowly runs the length of my arm. I squirm when he reaches my armpit and giggle slightly. "Is the Lycan King's assassin ticklish?" Osiris asks before he continues to trail his hand down my side. He rubs his fingertips down to my hip and back to my breast. With a single finger, he traces my nipple, causing it to harden into a round bud. His finger then slides across my chest, and he repeats the action.

His eyes—half gold, half black—burned with unyielding resolve. “I made a promise to bring her back… and I don’t break promises.” He stood, the blood around him coiling and twisting into vast wings. The crimson light of the Holy Gate reflected in his eyes—deep and cold as the abyss. “Open, Abyss,” he whispered, voice like a spell. “Take me to where she’s trapped.” A pillar of light engulfed him. --- The Primordial Abyss – Sea of Blood. Evelyn stood alone amidst the ruins. Then a figure appeared—Lucien, his black hair matted, cloak torn, eyes filled with both love and despair.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

“…By the blood of the fallen, by the seed of the abyss, I summon thee, Azrathor, Lord of the Infernal Flame. Come forth and grant me thy power!” The ground trembled. The candles flared from white to hellish crimson. A rift tore open in the air above the altar, spewing sulfur and smoke. From the flames stepped **Lord Azrathor**. He was a monstrous perfection. Nearly nine feet tall, with obsidian-black skin etched in glowing molten runes that pulsed like living lava. Massive curved horns crowned his head. His muscular body rippled with power, broad chest, ridged abs, and between his powerful thighs hung a monstrous cock, thicker than Elara’s wrist even while semi-hard. The ridged shaft was dee

It was all dark and cool in the Andromeda. Star light in the night sky shone brightly, sending life to all in Eptomaniac. The three year old wolf camp had just had the honor once again to have a change of rulership, at the death of the former Djhord- an Alpha named Lucian Kian, the Alpha wolf of light, as he was so named. Wolf howling in the distance resounded over the wide surrounding slopes, crowning the night ceremony as the newly made Djhord- Lothaire, an Alpha wolf was led to the grand palace, shouting, hooting and howling of various wolves followed him homewards.

Lysander froze, then said in shock, "The Lord of Abyss City, Andrew Lloyd of Holtrien?" The Vindicator replied gloomily, "That is the one. The Archbishop has received him with a full ceremony." Lysander's expression darkened as he stormed out in a huff. "How dare he deliver himself to our doorstep! Let me meet this blasphemer, this devil!"

The whispers around them intensified, the voices now forming words that sent chills down their spines: *“Welcome, children of light… to the heart of darkness.” Ethan felt a surge of panic as the figure began to move toward them, its presence overwhelming. “What are you?” he demanded, his voice shaking. “I am the Abyss,” the figure replied, its voice a low, resonant growl that seemed to come from all around them. “I am the void between worlds, the darkness that devours all. And you… you have come to feed me.”