Abandoned To The Abyss Novels & Stories

All that could be seen was a cliff, where the drop below it led into a deep abyss. To tell the truth, Debra knew that they were not too far from the Hidden Hero Sect. The abyss was near bottomless, and filled with endless dangers unknown to anyone. All anyone knew was that the Hidden Hero Sect had sent a few elites to scope it out, and none of them had returned. Thus, the abyss had been marked off as a forbidden ground. Debra smiled bitterly at the sight of it, her gaze filling with hopelessness. How had she gotten here? Was this really her fate? It was going to be near impossible to escape death today.

Darkness. Then whispers. Low, hushed voices stirred through the silence, threading through my mind like an eerie melody. My body felt heavy, limbs weighed down as if the air itself was pressing against me. The bed beneath me was familiar—his bed. I blinked, my vision hazy, the room tilting in and out of focus. "She almost fell into the trap." "You should tell her sooner or later…" That voice. My pulse spiked as fragments of memory slammed into me all at once. The library. The whispers. That desperate plea for help. And then—Abaddon.

Immediately, he was pulled back into the air, and he started clawing at it, but it just dug deeper into him and slammed into the ground. “Return to the abyss, from whence you came.” An inky black pool appears underneath him and drags him down, down into the abyss, where few return from. Erebus wasn’t one of those few. His screams echoed all around but was cut short when the pool closed. The darkness dissipated and my father was gone. I was about to call out to the others when I saw something in the distance. The hill that was there, just before was now replaced with a giant ship that I recognised to be M’gethir’s. It was up in flames and I could see figures clambering out of the mess. Then

I had never wanted to endure life and love without his neverending guidance. I ahad neve known life without Mains. I had never known what life could be like, and now here I was- facing the greatest challenge without him. I sprinted forward, paws crushing twigs and dirt beneath me, digging in deep as I barrelled towards the nothingness of my grief. I wasn't heading anywhere, I was just trying desperately to outrun the feelings plaguing my core. The swelling sadness and desperation was consuming, I saw black and felt nothing. I was keenly aware the sky had opened up above me, the Moon Goddess herself crying for the rich life lost.

The sky had become a river, flowing upward, carrying with it the debris of a thousand shattered bargains, a million discarded promises, the accumulated wreckage of a system that had governed death for longer than memory. And behind them, the valley was falling. Not crumbling, not sinking, but falling—dropping away into a depth that had no bottom, a vertical plunge into the absolute absence that waited beneath the realm's architecture. The ground behind them was disappearing, consumed by the same void that had been the realm's foundation, the empty space into which all debts eventually fell, all obligations eventually dissolved, all souls eventually surrendered what they had borrowed.

Her radiance touched the void, and from her light, life began to stir. And he… he was called Abyssion, the Hellspawn. Born from the shadow that lingered in her glow, a reflection of desire and hunger unchecked. Where she sought order, he sought freedom. Where she wove boundaries, he unraveled them with infinite curiosity. Yet they loved each other—deeply, irrevocably. A love that was both beauty and catastrophe. The world trembled beneath them. Stars shivered. Oceans shifted. Mountains rose where their laughter and conflict collided. For a time, they existed in balance, a paradoxical harmony of light and dark. But freedom is not always safe. And love… love is rarely without consequence.

Dad stepped out from the shadow of the building, and his presence alone seemed to silence the crowd. "I'll keep this waste under house arrest until your Principessa's anger subsides," Don Pushkin said furiously. Then, his men forced Cristina down in front of me. "Monica, you handle her yourself." I raised my gun to Cristina's forehead. She knew the family had abandoned her and sobbed in despair. But I said, "You know what? I'm not going to do that. It would be too easy for you." Just then, the ringing started in my ears again. My body began losing control. Before I blacked out, someone shouted my name and ran toward me. It was Ivan.

​The wind roared in my ears as the jagged black cliffs of the surface world shrank into an invisible smear of shadows. Falling into the Abyss of Beasts was a death sentence recognized by every noble family across the realm. There was no bottom, only a bottomless descent into sulfurous mists, crushing atmospheric pressure, and the lingering residue of ancient slaughter. My bones screamed under the velocity, and my lungs burned for air as the darkness swallowed me whole. ​Then came the impact.

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later,