Abyss Watchers Weakness Novels & Stories

The chamber shook violently, dust falling from the ceiling. Mara staggered, her expression twisted with rage. “You dare” Lucien’s laugh echoed, dark and terrifying. “You think you can stop me with that pathetic light? You’re weak, Aria. The Abyss is stronger than you.” Aria’s vision blurred. She was too weak. The venom, the blood loss, the strain of using her silver flame was all too much. She was failing. The rift pulsed again, brighter now, and something shifted within its depths, something darker, something far more powerful than even the Abyss itself.

Alex suddenly remembered that Athena had said that Brahman Sect's puppet immortals were contaminated by some kind of demon worms of the undead clan, so… this evil deadly Qi was probably coming from inside these Abyssal Demon Bugs. This was a substance several times stronger than the undead clan's deadly Qi. "Abyssal Demon Bugs from the abyss." "What kind of terrifying place could this Abyss be?" Alex did not dare to imagine. At this moment, both he and Donovan were like puppets on strings, controlled by Athena, reentering the shrine and coming to the side of the formation. Athena did not speak. With just an intention, Alex and Donovan extended their hands at the same time. After that, Athena

I had almost forgotten, that place of absolute nothing. Oppressive and infinite, that was my judgement. There was punishment for self defence, even after death and if this new existence of mine was doom to end back in that place of eternal terror. Then I might as well bath in the blood of these people who turn to beasts the second they smell your weakness. These men who murder their own children to save their own skin, their reputation. These women who leave their child alone and ignorant to the world men, then abandon them when they protect themselves.

"But someone has done this for a reason and we need to find out that reason." "Well, there is one slight issue." Dagmar interjected. "The block has been weakened." "What do you mean by weakened?" Lucas's eyes narrowed, a darkness filling them that had the whole room shifting uncomfortably. Except for Dagmar. The old crone was a granite force, unmoving as the room seemed to darken with Lucas' mood. Icy blue eyes remained transfixed on the werewolf, hard as ever and sharper than any physical blade. Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed.

I whispered, the word a cold weight in my chest. "The Abyss," the Chronicler confirmed. "But remember... when you stare into the void, the void is already staring into you. And your ex-mate? He’s not just waiting for you in the dark. He’s building a nursery out of your nightmares."

“THEY ARE FLAWED.” “Yes,” the King agreed. His silver eyes softened faintly. “That is why they matter.” Silence crashed across the battlefield. Because those words from him, felt almost sacred. The abyss roared furiously. The golden eye widened fully now, massive enough to eclipse entire mountains. And beneath the shattered world, something began climbing upward. Something enormous. The true body of the abyss. Cassian’s face drained of color. “Oh God…” The first Moon-born whispered shakily, “It’s fully awakening.”

"It’s going to be a disaster. And I can’t wait to see it." The last thing he felt was the cool breeze of the real night drifting down into the wreckage, smelling not of ozone, but of damp concrete and possibility. The Abyss had tried to consume them, but the Abyss had no heart, and that—Anji decided just before sleep claimed him—was its one and only flaw.

She felt too light. Then too heavy. Sometimes too much and not enough. She rested her body on black stone beneath a sky of what seemed to be endless stars. They weren’t even stars. They were pairs of watching eyes. The Abyss King stood nearby watching her in silence. “You are alive,” he said gently. She pushed herself up, her whole body trembling. “What have you done to me?” “Kept you,” he replied. “You must know that your body cannot survive here unless it is changed.”

"You've pushed too far. You need to pull back and recover." "Can't." My voice came out as a rasp. "They're still coming. and fighting. I have to..." "You have to survive," he interrupted firmly. "A dead queen helps no one. Catch your breath. Let the warriors hold for a moment." But the watchers in the woods had noticed my weakness. I felt their attention sharpen, focusing with laser intensity on my diminished state. And I felt something else... like a decision being made. They'd seen enough. Learned enough. Now they were making their move.

I received a text message from my best friend, Yvonne Kingsley, one day. "Rose, I think Jeremy is sick. I saw him vomiting blood yesterday." My grip tightened around my phone. I shot Mom and Adelia a look before smiling quietly. Jeremy's symptoms had started a week earlier compared to mine in my previous life. It seemed like the effect of the amethyst bracelet had taken hold more quickly. I was eager to watch everything unfold now. I wanted to see how Mom and Thomas would react when they found out that the exam results and health they'd stolen from me were nothing but a farce.