Abyss Sans Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you really still do that?’ I shrug, “Spongebob is awesome.” They both laugh at my childish reply. I feign offense as I pull April onto my lap and wrap my arms around her. “Hey, you join me too.” April shrugs. “I never claimed to be mature either. I mean, there’s just something about that perpetually happy yellow sponge that gets me here,” she points a finger to the center of her chest. Santana gives us an incredulous grin and shakes her head. “You two are perfect for each other.”

There’s the sound of someone spitting and Sansom growls louder, her voice becomes even more strained, “Did you really forget? I’m immune to compulsion, fucking dick wad.” He growls in frustration Ash hears her slump to the floor and cough. Sansom starts pacing from the sound of it. She groans and he hears her get back to her feet. “Gods, you’re so fucking dense light bends around you.” Ash grins, at her using the insult he’d used for Syd the other day “Oh wait, that would make you invisible, and here I am still staring at your revolting mug.” The driver chuckles,

Amelia took a deep breath, answered the call and put it on speaker mode. “Hello?” The caller remained silent for a few seconds before his voice sounded through a voice changer, sharp as metal rubbing against metal, “Hope you’re having a pleasant night, Ms. Sinclair.” Amelia’s knuckles turned white from gripping her phone too hard. “Don’t panic. We just want to have a chat with you,” the voice went on before chuckling sinisterly. “We want to talk about Stardust 3’s propulsion system that you’ve been debugging, as well as its fuel ratio and thermal protection parameters. Of course, if it’s not a convenient time now, we can make a trip down in person.”

My ribs shriek in protest. I drive my shard up mindlessly into its gut—once, twice, three times. Hot black blood spills over my hand, burning where it touches. The smell is wrong—sweet and chemical, like meat left to rot in sorcery. Not wolf. Not man. Something made to unmake. The creature gurgles. But doesn’t fall. It’s not built to fall. It’s built to drag me down. I snarl, wrench the shard free, and jam it sideways into its gaping maw.

“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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The moment I looked at them… An uncomfortable sensation crawled through my chest. It was as though something inside me instinctively rejected their existence. Grandma Healer approached carefully. She stretched out a wrinkled hand but stopped just before touching them. “No…” Her expression changed dramatically. “These aren’t ordinary corrupted crystals.” Karl looked toward her. “You recognize them?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve only seen drawings in ancient records.” She swallowed before continuing. “They’re called Abyss Stones.” The entire hall fell silent once again. “They’re forged using condensed Void Energy and the blood of living sacrifices.”

And the new door opened— revealing a vast chamber beyond it filled with bowls of black water… and in the center, a throne made of ash. Empty. Waiting. For me. The seam’s voice purred in my bones: “SIT.”

Rowan’s erasure grids fold reality—white voids swallowing tendrils. Kayo’s chains bind massive limbs—foxfire burning restraints hot. Remy’s claws rend exposed joints—gold sparks flying. My **Abyssal Canticle** sings—voice carrying divine fury, shattering debuffs, swarm screaming real. Julian’s fangs drain main veins—vampire horde climbing body like ants on titan. Kōjin’s hammer projection slams divine—molten impacts cratering carapace. Monks’ light spears pierce eyes—blinding galaxies.