Abyss Lumine Novels & Stories

“It’s the Abyss—opening for us, for the trinity, for her.” The spire pulsed, the runes flaring, and the sand parted, not a gate but a path, glowing black, leading down, not desert but void, the chaos beyond, the Veil’s edge, the Abyss’s heart, its shades waiting, their hum a chant, not judgment but truth: lock, spark, flame, void, choose or be chosen. The bond burned, Lucian’s voice, "we’re with you," his hand tight, Lyra’s shard warm, Mara’s nod, Killian’s shaky grin, and I stepped forward, the dagger raised, the mark screaming, the path glowing, the Abyss calling.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

His eyes—half gold, half black—burned with unyielding resolve. “I made a promise to bring her back… and I don’t break promises.” He stood, the blood around him coiling and twisting into vast wings. The crimson light of the Holy Gate reflected in his eyes—deep and cold as the abyss. “Open, Abyss,” he whispered, voice like a spell. “Take me to where she’s trapped.” A pillar of light engulfed him. --- The Primordial Abyss – Sea of Blood. Evelyn stood alone amidst the ruins. Then a figure appeared—Lucien, his black hair matted, cloak torn, eyes filled with both love and despair.

The laughter seemed to seep into his bones, rattling his senses. “the Abyss itself,” Lucien finished, his tone grim. “It’s… controlling everything. It’s been feeding off every war, every betrayal… and us. All of this… it’s just a game for it.” Ahead, Emily hovered, suspended in the center of a sphere of roiling darkness. Her silver-and-black aura flared violently, casting long, twisting shadows across the landscape. Her eyes were wide, terrified but also laced with an otherworldly hunger. The Abyss had her in its grasp, whispering promises of power, of omnipotence, of a world remade in her image. But the cost was clear: her humanity.

It because Abyss Ray was a curse magic that demon specialized in. Abyss Ray was a large area curse magic that would turn any land into a land of darkness and its people into low level demons or undead. The effect was so serious that in Audelia's previous life, Roarz town was very hard to rebuild. "Audelia, run away! I will--" "Otousama.." Audelia cut the words that Rugbert wanted to say, she turned slightly and gave the man a reassuring smile. "It's okay." She said. "Everything is going to be alright."

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.

I unexpectedly choke at the smell of her arousal. “What the hell ?"I mumbled still trying to help myself from choking to death. “Aline sat on the table her bare back to me and her black hair held into a bun. I stepped forward and realized she was naked. Her blue clothes and underwear lay on the floor. Then It dawned on me that she sat on my working laptop. She turned and smiled at me: “Good morning alpha.Like what you see?" Goddess Luna, the atmosphere was so pungent.

A delicate golden fingers through the marble-like they have long been friends, growing together until they seem to swirl closely, colliding into a burst of silver. Everything tells me I need to take Laney there and not the tall chair that sits further back shrouded in darkness. Laney needs to be where the sun drips through the ceiling, something to bring her warmth as she grows colder and colder in my hands. I place her down, gently. Taking care to spread her hair, and wipe the tears from her streaked cheek. Then my eyes wander to the white dagger buried in her chest next to the black. The white dagger is no longer white as it grows darker by the minute, slowly becoming blackened as it sucks

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.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”