Abyss Mashle Novels & Stories

said Erebus. "Indeed, the taste of Fire Wyrm meat is rather good, I agree," said Chaos. "Whew, I am stuffed… How much did I assimilate? Uweh! Maybe I will get fat…?!" asked Abyss. "I don't think that's possible based on your physiology, Abyss," said Chaos expressionlessly. "O-Oh… yeah, I guess I can do this…!" Abyss quickly compacted her giant mass of a slimy body as she suddenly turned into the pretty, black-colored slime maid of always.

Even though there are only four pastes here, it's not much like in the room of many models. "Gosh, Mashii beat with Chloe's punks." Byur ... I spit all the water in my mouth onto the floor. Especially when I heard Ara mention Mashii's name. And say if his pasta is confused with Mashii's? "Ah, I don't think I felt spicy in the slightest, but I switched it up." Mashii said casually. I silently wiped my wet mouth, this is really a very embarrassing incident. I also grimaced at Mashii who instead smiled at me. I really want to go home right now, until—

The miasma came crushing down towards the hole made by the eye of the maelstrom, the nightmare origins that were affected by the event were crushed by the sheer pressure of the miasma, the others that had escaped devoured those who were unfortunate as the abyss started to go back to normal. I watched as the abyss returned to its former self. The miasma was billowing like a cloud of black smoke. Screams, snarls and growls from different nightmare origins could be heard as the abyss slowly calmed down. And after a few minutes, everything was quiet once again.

Her family was known more nowadays for their multibillion dollar ownership of a luxury cruise line that ferried wealthy customers around the world. Charlotte had spent her life fundraising for charities, going to parties and galas, and smiling for the cameras. While Knight's little sister, Leah, was following in their mother’s footsteps, Charlotte had never been happy with his decision to join the Marines. The waiter returned and politely gained their attention. “May I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” “A bottle of the 2240 Château d'Armailhac,” Richard said. “Certainly, Sir. An excellent choice.” The waiter left. Jamie didn’t bother perusing the menu.

“But, I don't like playing Vampire: Masquerade that much, I much prefer playing Werewolf: Apocalypse, because there's nothing better than turning into a 3m tall animal to beat enemies, or anything from Cthulhu. Insanity is my middle name for sure.” There were still 20 minutes left to start the game, but the crowd was already entering the site for us to play, I put the phone in my left ear only and left the microphone off. "Hmm, didn't know there was such a thing." Finally I heard Hyperion's voice.

"You look stunning, Abigail." Abigail's lips curved into a shy smile as she gazed at her reflection. "Thank you, Liya. I can't believe this day is finally here." Whizz, dressed in a sharp suit, stood by the side, holding a small box of makeup essentials. He opened it carefully, revealing an array of colors and brushes. "Alright, let's get started with your makeup, Abigail." Abigail took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. She closed her eyes as Whizz's expert hands worked their magic. His touch was gentle and precise, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he applied the makeup.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.

I replied, shaking my head softly. “No, like seriously,” she continued, sitting up straighter. “Do you know how fun I am? He’s going to regret this. He’ll be somewhere eating plain rice and thinking about me. I can bet you that. ” I blinked. “Plain rice?” “Yes. Utterly sad, disgustingly dry, and unseasoned, plain rice,” she said firmly, a grin appearing on her face. I couldn’t help it, I laughed. How could I not? This was my best friend in this timeline. But for a brief moment, everything felt normal again, like nothing had happened.

“No. But I should have. Guys like you usually bring them with you.” I smirked. “Guys like me?” “Leather, tattoos… gunshot wound,” he said dryly. “You scream of trouble.” He wasn’t wrong. “And you don't want any of that?” “Name’s Ash,” I muttered when he didn't reply and finally regretted it. Where were we? Tenth grade? I was watching him move around the small room tending to my wounds with precision. “Noah.” He finally said, not looking up. “Thanks, Noah.”

Miso was proving to be quite the adversary. Tomas winced as the feisty tabby cat surged at his forearm, her sharp claws piercing through the fabric of his sleeve like tiny daggers, each jab a tiny reminder of her defiance. “Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, desperation rising in the pit of his stomach as he wielded a slice of fragrant tuna like bait, hoping to coax her into the confines of the wicker basket. He accompanied his plea with a silent prayer for patience.