Artorias The Abysswalker Novels & Stories

She took a step back and said, “I will let you think about this. If you ever want to meet me, think about the house you saw in my memories, you will be teleported there. Then, she vanished right in front of my eyes… ASLAN’S POV I still hadn’t replied to Zizi. I didn’t like the way my brother behaved still I couldn’t bring myself to betray him. Like a fool, I helped him recover all the painite weapons. He didn’t appreciate my efforts instead he was ready with another work for me. I had to find out how Aurora materialized in the war zone that day. Exhaling deeply, I went to meet Aurora. I was stunned to see her condition. She had become paler and weaker. Handing a thermocol box to her, I said,

“Everything is ready as you requested, sir.” Stephen said respectfully, bowing to Arthur who looked at him calmly “That's good, get ready to start the battle.” He said quietly as he looked at the body lying in front of him with calm eyes filled with pain, loneliness, and devastation "Vidia, you will come back to me again." He whispered in a cold voice while smiling with devilish eyes, and at the same moment a group of spider-like Aribeth monsters launched from the Mountain of Doom.

"I've heard tales of this place. It's said that the fire doesn't just test your physical strength but burns through to the very essence of your soul." I tightened my grip on the Spear of Resonance. "Every challenge we've faced so far has been a testament to our resolve. This won't be any different." As we approached the edge, a figure emerged from the flames, her form flickering between that of a phoenix and a mermaid. "Welcome, travelers," she greeted, her voice a melodic blend of crackling flames and flowing water. "I am Aeloria, Keeper of the Fiery Abyss." "We seek the Heartstone," Seraphina declared. "And we're prepared to face whatever challenge you set before us."

Isolde warns, glancing towards the snarling sanguidae in question, his eyes burning like illuminated blood. “Oh, let him do it,” I say, waving a dismissive hand. “He should trust his gut.” Arthwin looks at me with relief, “Thank you, Goddess,” he says with a nod of his head. He frees his sanguidae from their link before he races off towards the bunker. I’m surprised by how receptive he seems to be to his bond already. Which bodes extremely well for him. The now freed sanguidae looks ready to tear everyone to shreds, causing those around him to go on the defensive.

However, when she extended her hand to grasp the artifact, the room trembled violently, and a loud, deep voice echoed through the air. The voice thundered, asking: "Who is brave enough to step into my territory?" A huge form appeared from the darkness, its eyes ablaze with an ominous fire. It was the protector of the Abyss, a creature of great strength and evil. Eva lifted her staff in preparation for battle, but the guardian's strength proved to be too much for her to handle. She was hit so hard that she fell to the ground, her sight becoming unfocused as she felt intense pain all over her body.

Kairos, his face etched with a mixture of dread and fascination, described an entity unlike anything he had ever sensed – a vast, swirling consciousness tinged with an all-consuming hunger. Anya, her brow furrowed in concentration, recognized a similar signature in her extensive files – whispers of the Devourer from the forgotten lore of a long-extinct civilization. This entity, it seemed, wasn't merely a legend, but a terrifying reality that lurked within the Abyss.

"Axel, wait for the security team to get the—“ Before he could end his statement, Axel had already made his way in there. He heard her screams, making his eyes widen in horror. He ran his way inside. As he walked deeper into the warehouse, the shadows seemed to move around him, twisting and writhing like living things. Axel's heart raced with anger. Suddenly, a figure walked from the darkness. Then another. And another. Axel's eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw them—guards, armed to the teeth, their faces twisted with cruel intent. Then finally Darius walked out with a smirk on his lips. "Well, well, well," he sneered. "What do we have here?" Axel's hand clenched his fury, igniting. Axel

Not falling. Descending. A shape resolves within the tear: vast, geometric, impossibly precise. Wings of fractured light unfold, each segment rotating independently, covered in sigils that rewrite themselves faster than my eyes can track. The Reverent recoils violently within me. Directive presence detected. Arbiter-class. Blake swears. “That’s… bad, right?” “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s catastrophic.” The Arbiter lowers itself until its feet—if they can be called that—hover inches above the ground. Midnight screams beneath it, ley lines flaring bright red before dimming under the suppression field radiating from the being.

“That’s as good as ringing a bell.” The shadows between the trunks parted. For one heartbeat I saw it—massive, low, too many bones moving under one hide. Eyes like coals. Not wolf. Not bear. Something that didn’t belong to any pack’s stories. My wolf screamed inside me. Dax grabbed my wrist, yanking me back. “Run,” he ordered. Kieran’s gaze snapped to me, desperate and furious. “Aria, don’t—” The creature lunged. And the ash ring at my feet exploded upward like a black wave.

“…By the blood of the fallen, by the seed of the abyss, I summon thee, Azrathor, Lord of the Infernal Flame. Come forth and grant me thy power!” The ground trembled. The candles flared from white to hellish crimson. A rift tore open in the air above the altar, spewing sulfur and smoke. From the flames stepped **Lord Azrathor**. He was a monstrous perfection. Nearly nine feet tall, with obsidian-black skin etched in glowing molten runes that pulsed like living lava. Massive curved horns crowned his head. His muscular body rippled with power, broad chest, ridged abs, and between his powerful thighs hung a monstrous cock, thicker than Elara’s wrist even while semi-hard. The ridged shaft was dee