21 Book(s) Related to abyss isaac

"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward..
He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt.
"I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall.
"I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura..
"I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me..
"You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard..
"I will come to you every night to fk you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer…
My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me..
"Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to fk you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it..
"If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places…
"Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..

Deep in the ocean is an ancient power. A god. A monster. A lover. Whichever depends on who you asked for the story.

"Oh dove, my vile, sick dove," his voice wrapped around me, thick as the deep, forcing itself into my lungs like I was drowning in him.

"You're vile," I panted, my body pinned against the cold glass of the tank, his inhuman strength keeping me right where he wanted.

His mouth brushed the column of my throat, his teeth grazing my skin—hard enough to shiver. "No, little pet," he growled, his hands roving, clawing, owning. "You're vile. I am evil."

Dr. Lila Monroe never believed in myths, only science. But when her team captures something impossible—a creature too beautiful, too deadly—she knows she has discovered something beyond human comprehension.

Something that has been waiting for her. Night brings the dreams. Too vivid. Too near. His voice coils around her mind, whispering secrets and promises, drawing her into a place where she is not herself.

He tells her she is his. Possesses her in ways that make her shake when she wakes. But the creature in the tank is no normal specimen. He is an elder abyssal deity, a being who doesn't plead for affection—he demands, he takes, he consumes.

His hunger is never-ending, his obsession unwavering, and Lila is the only one who can hear him, feel him, and crave him.

As forces beyond her control rage above and reality warps around her, she has to make an impossible choice—fight the pull of the void or surrender to a bond she can never break because some hunger will never be denied. And he has waited eons to drown her in pleasure, in terror, in him.

When the deputy police chief is found dead in Innsmouth Harbor—naked, bearing a strange symbol, and arranged like a ritual sacrifice—Detective [Name] sees only a staged deception.
The victim’s wife seems too perfect, and his mistress is too eager to confess. Buried records reveal seven ignored distress calls.
Then, the autopsy reveals that the symbol was carved by two people.
Now, the wife’s gentle mask shatters.
The tide pulls back to reveal what’s been hidden all along.

The door creaks open, revealing a chilling sight: a narrow, blood-streaked corridor stretching into the abyss. The passage is so tight that only one person can walk through at a time, single file. Blood drips in a straight line down the blackened walls, creating a macabre trail.

Two detectives, newly paired in the city's police force, step into this haunting scene. Their job is to solve the city's most bizarre and disturbing cases, but nothing could prepare them for the horrors that lie ahead. Each case they encounter is a new piece of a dark puzzle, revealing the depths of human depravity and the unexpected glimpses of beauty within.

[Grade: NULL — Class: NONE — Potential: 0.00%]
In a world where Awakeners are kings and the weak are nothing but livestock, Ren Ashford received the worst verdict ever given — Zero.
His lover chose another man right before his eyes. His grandfather vanished, leaving behind blood and a forbidden symbol. His name was slandered. His status: lower than a stray dog.
But that night, when the world discarded him, something that had slept for 1000 years awakened inside his chest.
[Finally. You're alone. Good. Now we can begin.]
They said his potential was 0.00%?
They didn't know — that number wasn't Ren's chance of succeeding. It was this world's chance of surviving what had just risen.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

I was once the "Abyss Sovereign" who made the entire dark world tremble.

To protect her, I willingly buried my true name and spent five years as a humble mechanic in a wealthy family.

I swallowed countless cold stares and humiliations, seeking only a moment of peace.

But these fools, for the sake of family interests, dared to push her to the brink of destruction!

Since retreat only invites further aggression, I have no choice but to don once more that blood-stained crown.

When my steel torrent crashed through the manor gates, those privileged elites who once trampled me underfoot could only tremble desperately in the mud!

Seven years of deep affection, expectations with a pregnant belly, and all I got was his betrayal in marriage and false promises. I gambled my youth and sincerity, only to end up with an absurd scam. After waking up, we owe each other nothing and will have no more ties.

The world changed when the Black Tower appeared on every continent.

Inside the tower were floors filled with monsters, gods, curses, relics and hard trials.

People had to climb the tower to survive.

Many groups, called Guilds formed.

Some kingdoms even fell apart.

The strong people became the leaders.

Adrian Chapman was once the best climber humanity had.

Then he became the biggest traitor.

After reaching Floor 97 Adrian got betrayed by his friends.

He and his friends had been climbing together for twenty years.

They even killed him to get the relic called the Heart of Chronos.

Instead of dying

Adrian goes back twenty years into the past.

This was before the Tower even appeared.

This time he does not want to be a hero.

He wants to become the guy that every climber fears.

He will take all the relics for himself.

He will stop heroes from becoming strong.

He will control kingdoms. Conquer the Tower by himself.

He does not care if people call him a monster.

I was the most revered pureblood Light heir.

In my past life, I married the Supreme Holy Knight, Arthur, only to give birth to an Ash-blood cub—the lowest of all.

In a rage, he incinerated my baby alive. He then dragged my bleeding, postpartum body into a saltwater dungeon to drain my magic, leaving me to be devoured by venomous insects.

Meanwhile, my lowly Ash-blood sister miraculously birthed a Light-blood cub. Stepping on my corpse, she became the realm's new ruler.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our Mate-Selection Ceremony. Arthur publicly rejected me and chose my sister.

Seeing his smug, calculating smirk, I knew immediately: he had been reborn, too.

But how could a parasitic knight, who survived entirely by draining his wife's magic to fake a holy bloodline, ever father a supreme dragon?

The agony of dragonfire tearing through my flesh still seared my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I touched my reflection. No scorch marks. No melted skin. My eighteen-year-old face stared back.
The door burst open. Zephyra swept in, her dragonfire pendant gleaming.
"Megan, don't be nervous." Her voice dripped honey-sweet. "Even if you can't sense dragonfire, the Dragon God won't judge you harshly."
My father's legitimate daughter. Pure dragonblood. The family's pride.
And me? The bastard. A half-blood who couldn't even conjure a spark.
"The prophecy bond isn't set in stone." Her hand landed on my shoulder, grip too tight. "If Lord Roran feels overwhelming, bond with a lower-tier knight. I'll support whatever you choose."
Support me? The word tasted like ash.
Roran was the empire's youngest Dragon Knight Commander. In my past life, I'd believed her lies and married him.
I thought it was salvation. Instead, I became his shield while he slept with Zephyra.
At Zephyra's ascension ceremony, when a wyvern lunged for her, he shoved me into the beast's path.
The wyvern's claws tore into my abdomen. My unborn child died inside me.
Then came the dragonfire.
Roran unleashed it to save Zephyra. The flames swallowed everything: the beast, me, and the dragon egg I'd carried for months.
Through the agony, I watched him scoop Zephyra up. "Save Zephyra! The child—"
My child was already ash. He mourned hers.
"If I hadn't been pregnant, Megan wouldn't be so jealous..." Zephyra whispered.
"If there's a next life, I'll make this right." Roran's hollow guilt.
Next life?
Your dragonfire burned my child alive. You let me bleed out. And now you want redemption?
Not a chance.

The world thought I was a broken man after rotting in the Abyss for five years. Even Moretti, the wealthiest mogul in Cold Harbor, dared to point a finger at my nose and demand I kneel.
He razed my estate, seized my daughter, and humiliated my past on a city-wide livestream.
What he didn’t know was that the moment his infrared scanners locked onto me, I had already initiated the sequence for a dormant orbital satellite that had been sleeping above us for five years.
When the skyscraper turns to ash, the man kneeling before me won’t be that arrogant tycoon—only a trembling corpse.
After all, in this city, I don’t believe in reason. I only believe in retribution.

Ariel a half breed of werewolf and human got entangle with Lucas Graco the alpha of the Alusca pack. She was set up in a hotel by Liz who's a white wolf in Escavor pack and someone who has wanted to destroy Ariel relationship with Ethan an Omega and the heir to the Escavor pack. Lix took Ariel nude pics with the strange man in the hotel bed and sent it to Ethan. Things started hitting up when Ariel finds out she was pregnant and not knowing who she was pregnant for between the two wolves because that same day she slept with Ethan in the morning and Lucas Graco the strange man in the evening. Who owns the pregnancy....

Diana Hector is a princess in the southern province of Alvanor, her father king Hector Odysseus was murdered by his brother Claudius Odysseus . Diana being the only child and successor of the late king was expected to get married at 16 and take over the throne her father left behind, but her evil and desperate Uncle Claudius who has wanted to be the king won't let that happen. He will find a way to eliminate princess Diana and take over the throne and make the queen Helen Hector who's princess Diana mother as his second wife and queen. Diana will be lost somewhere in a new province where her identity will be changed in order for her to survive.
she planted a spy in the palace who gives her information about everything happening in the royal household. The once quite and loving princess now become aggressive and tasting for revenge. Do you think Diana will get the revenge she wants after being betrayed countless times by the people she trust her mission with?, come on, grab your pop corn and let's embark on this journey of Diana Hector.
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I am the ugly omega, popularly known as the cursed ugly omega because I bear an ugly scar on my face. Despite my parents holding high ranks in the pack, it didn't save me from the disrespect and ill treatment of my pack members. I was unloved, but my parents would cuddle and comfort me behind closed doors, and I don't blame them for doubting their love for me. I was a disgrace to them, and not only that, my father sired another child in secret. His excuse? I wasn't the child he wanted to have. Although my mom didn't tell me what his reason was, I knew that was his reason. He needed a child to be proud of. My mate said I wasn't fit to be a Luna. I was ugly and did not qualify, but he deemed me qualified to be his breeder, his indirect mistress, and I hate him. I hate the moon goddess for shaming me, for being a b*tch that couldn't fulfill a wretched girl's wish. Escaping was my only option, but running into a dragon wasn't part of the plan, and now he is obsessed and won't let me go.The dragon found a toy to play with and that toy is me. What kind of fate is this? I will never forgive the moon goddess for failing to fulfil just one wish. For making my life miserable, I vow to make that of her descendants hell!

"Pose for the portrait, Anna."
Her beauty is his golden ticket—her uncle's weapon to amass endless wealth, a cage that locks her in a gilded mansion, stealing her freedom and her hope. She'd given up on being saved, resigned to a life as a pretty, silent prize… until he walks in, dressed in the sacred black of a priest, a disguise hiding his true face.
She feels him the second their eyes meet, a pull so fierce it shatters her numbness. And in his arms, her innocence is not just claimed, but devoured. Now she craves him, more with every stolen touch, every secret whisper in the dark.
But who is this fake priest, hiding behind a cross and a lie? What will her ruthless uncle do when he uncovers the sin blooming in his prison? Will this man be her salvation...or will he become the worst nightmare she's ever known?
FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST—where sacred disguise meets forbidden desire, and salvation is just a sin away.

When Dr. Elena Voss inherits her estranged grandmother's Victorian mansion in the fog-shrouded town of Ravenshollow, she expects to settle the estate and leave. Instead, she discovers two disturbing cases that pull her into the town's dark heart: a missing child whose disappearance mirrors others from decades past, and a series of ritualistic symbols appearing throughout the house that seem to move on their own.
As Elena delves deeper into her family's occult legacy, she realizes the mansion isn't just her inheritance—it's a prison. And something ancient and hungry has been waiting for her return.

Lila Hartwell, a famous actress, loses everything to a vicious lie and betrayal from people she trusts.

Desperate and alone, she makes a deal with cold billionaire Garrett Blackthorn: a marriage of convenience to save both their reputations.

But as they work to clear Lila’s name, old secrets and new enemies threaten their plan.

With danger closing in, can Lila and Garrett trust each other enough to survive? Or will their fake relationship crumble under the weight of revenge, family betrayal, and unexpected feelings?

She was given a choice. Marry him… or watch her father die. Seraphine Caelis refused. So Azriel Kaine pulled the trigger. Left with nothing but grief and survival, she signs a contract that binds her to the most dangerous man in the underworld. Now trapped in a world of power, blood, and control, she quickly learns one thing— She is not a wife. She is an asset. But when enemies begin hunting her, and Azriel starts protecting her like something more than property, the lines begin to blur. Because in his world, love is weakness. And obsession? Far more dangerous.

Day one: My fiancé betrayed me with my best friend and threw me off a cliff to die.
Day two: I woke up, alive, the morning before our wedding, with a second chance to fight back.
This time, I’m done being the perfect bride. I shredded my wedding dress and stormed to the doorstep of my fiancé’s rival, a ruthless mafia kingpin with a dangerous grin. “Help me destroy him,” I demanded, “and I’ll give you his empire.” He leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Deal,” he said, “but I want your loyalty—body and soul.” As I dive into Crestfall’s criminal underworld, dodging bullets and double-crosses, I’m torn between my charming ally and his loyal enforcer, whose quiet strength steals my breath. But secrets from my past could unravel everything. Will I rewrite my fate and find love, or fall again in a deadly betrayal?

Street artist Lucy Carter has spent years hiding behind her graffiti tags and emotional walls, scraping by in Chicago's underground art scene. When her mysterious benefactor offers her a legitimate gallery showing, she thinks her luck has finally turned. Instead, she inherits a deadly game of stolen masterpieces, murder, and family secrets that someone will kill to protect.
In an art world where forgeries sell for millions and authenticity is worth dying for, Lucy must learn to trust others and find her inner strength. But as bodies pile up around priceless paintings, she discovers that the most dangerous art isn't hanging on gallery walls—it's the web of lies that's been carefully crafted around her entire life.
A gripping psychological thriller about finding your voice, facing your past, and the deadly price of truth in the art world.