Abyssal Archive Audiobook Novels & Stories

"You aren't just killing the system! You’re killing yourself!" "I’m changing the genre," I gasped, the feedback from the cables burning through my arm. The floor gave way. Kael, the girl, and I plummeted into the sub-layers, falling past the factory, past the hospital, past the car crash. We were falling into the raw, unformatted space at the bottom of the Archive. We hit the bottom with a bone-shaking thud. It wasn't a room. It was a dark, endless sea of black ink, lit only by the faint, pulsing red of my own blood on the floor.

At the center of the hall lay a staircase spiraling downward into darkness. The entrance to the Obsidian Archives. Sienna knelt at the edge, running a hand over the dust-covered stone. “It’s open.” Rael frowned. “That’s bad, isn’t it?” Sienna nodded. “Very.” Elior exchanged a glance with Myrra before stepping forward. “Then let’s find out who opened it.” And what they left behind. Beneath the Earth The air in the archives was thick with age, carrying the scent of forgotten ink and dust-covered parchment. Their torches cast flickering light over the rows of towering bookshelves, each lined with texts that had not seen the light of day in centuries.

Minutes later the jet rose into the air with a faint judder, streaking away from the base and into the early evening sky. They’d reach the target an hour before sunset in that time zone, giving them enough time to get into position and wait. Drone surveillance showed no activity outside the processing plant yet, but that didn’t mean anything about its interior. They’d know more once they landed and Donovan got eyes on the buildings. Halfway to their destination, the director came on the line, his voice snapping crisply over everyone’s encrypted comms. “Base to Alpha Team, we have confirmed Baudin’s death with the CIA. Be advised there most certainly may be a dark mage in the midst.”

"That… Could it be… That's impossible. Rebecca couldn't have ended up looking like that. She was locked inside the cellar for just three days. She couldn't have turned into something so disgusting. "That's impossible! I'm coming back. We'll do a DNA test. I recall that we'll just need her hair to do the test. That thing couldn't possibly be our sister." He hung up right after saying that. Ian was hunched over the floor as he broke down in tears. A brief moment later, one of the maids mustered the courage to step forward while carrying an urn. "Mr. Ian, this is most likely Ms. Rebecca's ashes." Ian was still clinging onto the last sliver of hope that I might still be alive. He corrected her i

Because of a one horrible event. That night was our usual peaceful night. I was so busy at the living room, solving a Nemo themed jigsaw puzzle while Dad was in the kitchen, talking to someone on the phone. I bet that was his fishing buddy again. Then everything escalated quickly. I can't even remember where and when the fire started. It rage so fast and I got scared, but I don't have any idea what I'm going to do. I just sit there, as though I'm waiting for them to come and get me. I heard my Mom screaming for help from the room upstairs. Her screaming voice was the most terrifying sound I've ever heard. I called her so many times until it makes me cry. I cried so loud, like my chest was go

He was looking at the monitor on the wall, where the video of his quiet lake was slowly being rewritten into a world of gray fog. --- ### Level Zero: The Living Library When I woke up, the air was cold. It wasn't just the chill of a laboratory. It was the heavy, suffocating cold of a tomb. I was strapped to a vertical table in a room that seemed to have no ceiling. The walls were made of millions of small, metal drawers, reaching up into the darkness. Each drawer had a flickering blue light and a name tag. This was the Archive. "You've finally made it to the bottom, Kaima," Dr. Aris said.

He explained, “While you were out, I did some investigating and found out that there is a library out there that might give us an answer to a cure. It is called The Archive Of Darkness. The Archive for short.” My heart was soon filled with the slightest of hope, “Where is this Archive?” “….” “Azz?” He bowed his head, “It’s inside the demon lord’s castle.”

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.

Her thumb scrolled a little further. Another line appeared beneath the description. Established in the earliest century, the archive contains linguistic records dating back thousands of years. Arabella sat a little straighter. “Okay,” she whispered softly. Now, that sounded promising. Her eyes drifted back to the name again. "The Aurelion Grand Archive." She repeated it silently in her mind. If any place on the planet might know the meaning of a strange word like Seraxa… It would probably be somewhere like that. Her thumb moved again, opening the directions tab out of curiosity.

My eyes widened in surprise as I let this creepy stalker crush his lips on mine, but what shocked me was the fact that I didn't feel the want to get away from him. I didn't even realize when my hands reached to his shoulders and I unconsciously pulled him closer to me. I felt when his left hand traced its way to the back of my head until he tightly grabbed my hair and bent my head over, giving him access to my neck when he let go of my lips and his kisses made their way down to that part. I closed my eyes as pleasure shot through me until his lips were on the side of my neck already and he was graciously sucking it. I was definitely lost in my own thoughts when I suddenly felt something pier