Artorias The Abysswalker Novels & Stories

Her eyes no longer shimmered gold—they burned steady with the colour of embers, dim but impossible to extinguish. Arthur followed her, silent as ever. He walked with a slight limp now, shoulders squared despite the relic burn still carved across his back. He carried no weapon. He didn’t need one. "You summoned me?" Isabella’s voice was like a bell rung at dawn. Pure, resolute. The Elders rose, their robes still flowing despite the absence of wind. The Elder known as Sorath stepped forward. A being made of obsidian glass and sapphire flame, his voice emerged like a song in reverse.

“Then help me protect my citizens of my kingdom cleanse the neighbouring city. It has become a haven for creatures and evil spirits. They are attracted to it. Then they lurk in the forest, along the paths. They attack the travellers and the attacks here are now nightly. With my mage gone for days the people are scared. I have asked my neighbouring cities for help but it has been slow coming. They are all suffering the same.” “Lord Fuller, the answer is to do the ritual properly! Make the loss of your mage be the reason. Appoint a Lord, Find another mage, present the artifact and beg the guardian for forgiveness. There has to be balance for things to improve.” “It cannot be done. I don’t have

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

The Boundless Abyss Dungeon Core was a vicious predator, like many other dungeons around the world, so it wasn't going to easily give up… although it wasn't as if it could really do much, to begin with, other than controlling the wave of monsters or things such as those… Chaos, Belphegor, and Abyss reached the castle in a second, emerging inside the underground room where many of the artifacts were, alongside the summoning artifact where Abyss came from. "Oh, my birthplace, it has been less than a day and I already have some nostalgia!" said Abyss. "Has it really been less than a day?" wondered Chaos, who had lost many perceptions of time. "I have been counting the hours, my lord, although i

A moment later, I heard the flames in the fireplace crackle and sparkle. “Start over,” Amy said. Shit. She’d warned me that if the weaker parasites started falling off, we would have to keep going until all of them were removed. Else, the remaining worms would just take up the vacant spots and get an even stronger grip on him. So I started over. Price wasn’t so relaxed anymore. Like back during the last cleansing, he started shivering and sweating, letting out all kinds of growls and muffled groans, his body twitching to shift away from me.

Amelia whispered, reaching out and brushing her fingers against the surface of the artifact. The moment her skin made contact, the chamber trembled, dust cascading from the ceiling as a deep, resonant hum filled the air. The artifact's light intensified, bathing them all in a brilliance that felt like the dawn of creation. "Amelia, get back!" Gabriel shouted, but it was too late. From the shadows, a figure materialized, towering over them with an imposing presence. Clad in armor that gleamed with the same luminous quality as the crystals, the guardian stood sentinel, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly fire.

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.

Over it coasted a dim, whirling vortex, beating with the same energy as the mark on Clara's chest. “That's it,” Mariam said, her voice filled with admiration and anguish. “The heart of the abyss.” Ethan stepped forward, his light flaring as he prepared to strike the vortex. Just before he could move, the darkness around them surged, shaping an enormous, shadowy figure that towered over them. It was the abyss itself, a living embodiment of the obscurity that had tormented them for so long. Its eyes shined with pernicious insights as it looked down at them, its voice resounding through the cavern.

The sky shifted from gray to a metallic blue, streaked with pale veins of light. Lyra stirred but did not cry. She was calm. Too calm. A ripple passed through the forest canopy. Not wind. Pressure. Warriors at the outer wall shouted warnings. Figures emerged from the treeline—not running, not charging. Walking. Six of them. Cloaked in layered garments woven with silver thread that shimmered like frost under lightning. Each carried a staff crowned with a crystalline prism. The air around them hummed with controlled power. “They’ve brought Arbiters,” the Frostborn woman whispered.