Abyss Guide Novels & Stories

“I didn’t take those souls because I wanted to. I swear it. I needed strength. Just enough to protect myself. That place breaks you if you’re weak.” She looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. “I’ll serve you. I’ll work for you. Stay by your side. Anything. Just don't send me back, have mercy on me.” Asher said nothing. The silence pressed down hard, stretching longer than she could stand. Her breathing grew shallow. Then he spoke. “The Abyss,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” Her body went still. “Far,” she said. “Across the seas. Beyond places humans sail. Very far.”

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.

"Mr. Snow, I have a favor to ask of you. If you agree, I can offer you a generous reward." "Oh?" He was intrigued. She hadn't mentioned this before, but now, she was asking for help. She was clearly impressed by his strength. It had to be an extraordinary matter. "Let's hear it." "I hope you can accompany me to Abyssal Deepsea." "Abyssal Deapsea?" Gideon repeated the name a few times. "Is that somewhere in Kitherglen?" "Yes." Winter nodded. Ajax interjected, "Mr. Snow, we know of it, too. Abyssal Deepsea is a treacherous marvel deep within Kitherglen—a bottomless chasm with raging seawater below. That's how it got its name.

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

Guru was slipping back and away but not undressing. Spitfire watched him hungrily. He'd get him out of his clothes soon enough. This tom was no predator but had never been prey either. The no-fur crawled forward as the tom stepped back. And then, the most amazing thing happened. Spitfire figured out what kind of protective shell they were in. He'd seen it before. A simple Black Abyss. This was made clear when Guru's last step made his foot disappear and start coming back through.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

The Abyss was no longer a distant threat; it was our next destination. The journey to the Abyss was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The shard guided us, its light cutting through the oppressive darkness. The world around us seemed to blur and twist, as if reality itself was unraveling. Finally, we reached the threshold—a jagged chasm that seemed to stretch infinitely into the void. The air was heavy with the scent of sulfur and the sound of whispers, faint and insidious. “This is it,” I said, gripping the shard tightly. Kaela drew her daggers, her expression grim. “No turning back now.”

“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you?” Annie immediately looked alarmed. “That sounds serial-killer-ish.” “Forget it,” Lewis said tiredly. “No seriously, are you okay?” He almost answered honestly, but how exactly was he supposed to explain Derek Stygian to normal people? Yes, there’s a dangerous wealthy man with emotional instability, illegal businesses, and beautiful eyes secretly following me around while also ruining and improving my life simultaneously. No. Absolutely not. “I’m fine.” Annie clearly did not believe him, but before she could question further, another ambulance arrived carrying two more children.

Her hair was brown, down to her waist but when she stared at the crowd, she had no pupils in her eyes. “Gather ye, new comers,” she grinned. “Welcome to the Academy of the Damned, where your soul comes to learn what it is to perish.” There was a small band of what seemed to be demons behind her. “I am Alstra, your let's say caregiver for today. I am required to tell you little imps everything about the academy.” Finally, I could understand what the fuck my mothers has sent me to. “Now, I can smell something weird here,” she smiled, her grin showing razor-like teeth. “My my my,” she dropped to the ground and began waddling through the crowd.

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.