At the bottom of a dying sky, humanity casts its final sacrifice into the abyss.
They locked me inside an iron diving bell. They dropped me into the crushing, lightless throat of the deepest trench known to man. To the rusted monoliths of the surface world, my death guarantees their survival. The ocean possesses other plans.
Deep in the midnight zone, an ancient god waits in the dark. He crushes my iron tomb with effortless, tectonic grace. Rather than consume my fragile human flesh, the leviathan drags me into his drowned, pre-human sanctuary. Under his heavy, bioluminescent coils, I am no longer a helpless victim.
Through abyssal venom and dark magic, he rewrites my biology completely. My human frailty burns away to leave behind a lethal, immortal power. To the ancient apex predator, I am not a mere vessel. He bows his colossal mantle to my feet and demands a queen to rule his eternal dark.
When the surface world finally deploys their weapons to hunt us, they will not find a terrified girl. They will face a monster and his priestess, completely ready for war.
Author’s Note: Priestess of the Deep is a high-heat, dark, monster romantasy novella. Inside this book, you will find true non-human alterity, massive size difference, extreme possessiveness, and explicit role-reversed worship. This story features a strict, ironclad childfree guarantee.
