Abandoned To The Abyss Novels & Stories

The little boy's body began to dissolve into black smoke. "No!" Kael lunged forward. His fingers brushed the child's hand for only an instant before the darkness pulled him away. The King of the Abyss smiled. "You cannot save someone who has already surrendered." Rhydian refused to stop running. "There is always a choice!" He leaped across the widening chasm as the memory collapsed beneath his feet. The ground shattered into endless darkness. The burned village disappeared. The sky broke apart like cracked glass. Lucien's soul was collapsing.

His father had completely abandoned us. “Papa…” he whispered, and to my ears, he sounded like a little boy desperately searching for his father beyond the tall, heavy walls. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held him even tighter. “I am here, and I will never leave you. Mama is here, just like before.” We both cried as our hearts shattered into pieces. Never again should we try to enter a world where we did not belong and where we were never accepted. To be continued...

“That’s a lot. What are you going to do Eve?” Honestly, I didn't know. “I just got discharged from my job. I'm unemployed.” I said, the words leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. It was my reality but it was something yet to be accepted by me. Something that had happened in my life without a proper explanation. “Come over to my place Eve, we need to talk about this… in person.” Dorothy said. “I'll be right there. Please, I’m starving. Keep anything edible.” “Not a problem.”

I pretended not to hear it. Only after completely leaving Blackwater Pack territory did I press the power button, destroying all means of contact. Goodbye forever, Gabriel.

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

“Then we do this together.” Ava nodded, her resolve hardening. Together. ----- The journey to the deepest part of the Underworld wasn’t easy. The air around them grew colder with every step, the darkness thickening like a living thing, pressing against their skin. Ava could feel the weight of the place settling in her chest, a reminder that this was no ordinary realm. This was Hayden’s world—where his power was absolute, yet still vulnerable to the ancient forces that lurked beneath. They reached the mouth of a massive cavern, its entrance jagged and ominous, like the maw of some ancient beast. Hayden stopped, his hand tightening around Ava’s. “Once we go in, we can’t turn back.”

“Lucas… please… save me…” My voice was weak and desperate—my final cry before death. But he didn’t show a bit of sympathy, let alone come back. He never even looked at me. He left behind only a cold reprimand: “Did you not see Sophia’s injured knee? You made her fall into the silver mine—stay here and reflect on your mistakes.” He just turned and disappeared into the night, abandoning me to be killed by the silver dust. Even my wolf soul was bound, unable to escape.

The morning sun cast long, unforgiving shadows across the apartment's living room, illuminating the wreckage of a life built on sand. The discarded remnants of the celebratory dinner—a half-empty bottle of champagne, a crumpled tablecloth, and the sad, congealed mess of salmon on the floor—were a brutal testament to the previous night’s collapse.

Malzareth's expression remained perfectly calm, but internally, his thoughts sharpened. ​The Abyss had existed long before his temple, before the surrounding kingdoms, and before many of the gods themselves had even been formed. The oldest records mentioning its depths were older than written history, and no one knew its true origin or what lived at the bottom. They only knew one unbreakable rule: those who entered its dark waters never returned. Long ago, powerful High Gods, adventurers, and explorers had foolishly ventured down into the dark, and within weeks, their names vanished from the sacred Record of Life. Their histories were not merely marked dead; they were completely erased from

On the day I'm diagnosed with dependent personality disorder, my family treats me like I'm the most fragile porcelain. My parents put me first in everything. Mom even quits her executive job to stay by my side during treatment. The day my condition finally stabilizes, they smile with genuine relief for the first time. Even my adopted older sister, Winifred Linberry, smiles. She says, "I told you Sadie wasn't that sick. She just wanted to hog your attention." That day, my parents scold her for the first time and insist she apologize to me. On the night she goes to a class reunion, I quietly mention that my heart feels a little uneasy. Dad suddenly slams the medicine box in his hand ont