Abyss Mage Novels & Stories

"And the child... the child is the interest on a debt you haven't even begun to pay. You didn't just create a hybrid; you created a Key. And the Abyss-Lords don't like it when people change the locks." He raised a hand—a hand made of translucent, shifting obsidian that seemed to drink the light from the room. Suddenly, the floor beneath Jago and Dante didn't just soften; it became liquid. A Void-Whirlpool opened, swirling with the same light-eating blackness that filled Silas’s eyes. It wasn't water; it was raw, unrefined gravity. Jago let out a roar of defiance, his "Lead-Plated" boots clattering as he tried to find purchase, but he was being sucked toward the center of the vortex.

The Councilors recoiled, theircoin-colored eyes filling with a prehistoric fear. "What... what are you doing?" Valerius gasped, his voice a thin reed. "You said I brought the Abyss into the world, Valerius," I said, my voice sounding like a chorus of a thousand shadows. "You were right. But you forgot that the Abyss doesn't just take. It consumes." I raised my hand, and a wave of obsidian darkness swept through the room, knocking the Councilors from their thrones. The silver city began to groan, the gravitational magic failing as my shadow-energy drained the core.

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

The violet Abyssal energy humming within its core wasn't just magic; it was a hungry, destructive force that fed on the surrounding air, freezing the grease and coal dust into brittle, crystalline ribbons where it struck. "You speak of this house as if the foundations are yours," Joshua hissed, his black eyes fixed on Natalia as he recovered from his clash with Dmitry. He swung the massive broadsword in a sweeping horizontal arc, unleashing a wave of pressurized violet fire that forced Dmitry to leap backward, his boots skidding across the oil-slick metal plating. "We built the Abyssal spires your ancestors lived in, girl. We laid the stones of Port Valen before your lineage learned to walk

He said as his tiny fist shook from intense hatred. The mage clicked his tongue in annoyance, "This kid had the guts, huh? Let's see where this guts of yours could take you." He said as he grabbed the boy's thin arms. "I said don't come near me!" The moment the boy shouted, a huge amount of mana exploded and surrounded his thin and frail body. He now stood while he glared with hatred at the five mages who were now a hundred steps away from him as they were caught in the explosion of mana. The mage who grabbed the boy's arm screamed as his hand had burnt with golden flames. He tried so hard to use his mana to dispel the flames but unfortunately, it was all for naught. Moreover, he discovered

It was a place that defied enchantment, where time appeared to twist and extend, and the ground underneath their feet moved frequently. Marcus's sharp eyes filtered the skyline, his wolf faculties increased within the new terrain. “She’s here. I can feel it.” Mariam moved beside them, her magic ready as she navigated through the swirling energy. “The abyss is weakened from our last battle. It's lashing out, but it's not as effective as it once was.” Abruptly, a moo snarl reverberated through the void, sending a chill down their spines. The shadows around them thickened, coalescing into tremendous shapes that crawled and slithered toward them. The abyss wasn't letting go without a battle.

He collected the reports and slowly read a few of my reports and hypothesis about this infection that is consuming the human mind. “What would you like to call this infection?” Azreal asked as I shrugged. “I don’t know, Rogue?” I asked as he raised a brow. “Abyss, we should call it Abyss.” Azreal said as I stared at him. “Why such a boring name? It could be vargo or Marré but Abyss…” “That is the only word I can use to express their pain. It’s deep, hollow and cold with nothing but voices echoing in their minds, forcing them to be someone they are not.”

he said. "I'm not interested, you can go alone" I said. "Babe you need to stop all these, let's go" he said. "Maybe I should continue with my questions" he added. "No, don't, let's go" I said and we both went out to where his car was parked, we entered and he zoomed off. In the Vampires world Prince Albert "Why is my mate not back?" I asked the elders. "My prince she might be having a tough time getting the seventh prey" one of them replied.

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."

A girl who had just joined the Divine Martial Sect asked her Senior Brother. Originally, this fellow disciple was too lazy to pay attention to others, but when he saw that she was a very cute new junior sister, he immediately explained with a smile, "Dragon Abyss is the place of return of a dragon. When the dragon race feels that their lifespan is running out, they will take the initiative to go to Dragon Abyss and wait for time to come. Therefore, although Dragon Abyss is dangerous, it is full of opportunities. If they can get a scale and a claw, they can soar into the sky. Even if they can take this opportunity to become a Ruler Realm, it is not surprising!"