Artorias The Abysswalker Novels & Stories

"So, before I start to introduce my character, I want to tell you that this story is not about reincarnation or game. This story is just based on the game that I played named Monster Hunter: World. I don't really think that it was all right for me to use it. But I don't think that there will be anything wrong with it. So, here. My character is Shinigami Arithia. She was a character that lived alone after the death of her family during the attacks. During Astera was scouting new people to join their guild, Arithia meets with them and tells them that she wants to join them because she got experience in using hunter weapon before." When they hear that they ask Hikari "Wait, where did she go aft

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

Arthur felt himself being pulled into a vortex, the world around him blurring. When his vision cleared, Arthur found himself standing in a lush forest, surrounded by towering trees and the soft chirping of birds. A figure approached him. It was none other than Agatha, the last leader of the Protectors. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his, and Arthur felt the familiar tug of the mate bond. As they spent more time together, Arthur relived the memories he had forgotten. He saw their passionate nights, their laughter, and their joy. But he also witnessed Agatha's growing unease, her fear for their future, and her ultimate decision to erase his memory and send their daughter away.

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

Euri's lectures came back to me, "Don't bother looking at or even catching an eye on things that ordinary people can't see. You're not normal, so at the very least, act like one." If I can see them, how could I possibly ignore them? The live stream right now is out of the ordinary; it piqued my interest, and I ended up here—Ellice, you're an idiot. Before you realize it, you've been caught up in another apparition. In such a position, I turned back to him, attempting to flee. But by the time I did, the boy had already appeared in front of me! His appearance is that of a junior high school student, and I believe he is around 14 or 15 years old.

He had used it quite often today. Arius extended his arm, pointing his palm at the wall. Jaida watched in awe as black light began gathering just centimeters from his hand. His whole body went stiff as the sphere of light shot towards the wall, exploding on impact. It left a hole that was large enough for them to walk through. However, Arius looked ready to collapse as he staggered forward through the hole, followed by Jaida. Once they were through it, Arius' wings and claws disappeared, and he nearly fell over. Jaida positioned herself at his side, allowing him to rest on her as he walked.

As the Harold of the abyss I got powers, you can consider me as a type of a sorceress with a big skill tree and an additional rare skill called [Abyss Magic]. I ordered the maid to prepare my bath water as I organized my thoughts… I sunk my body in the water, let’s see now what do I have in my hands and my role in this world… This world got destroyed, but the Goddess of light even though she is considered as a low ranking god, she sacrificed her divine energy to reverse time saving this world from being swallowed by the void. She ended up in a dormant state, and so this world practically lost its last guardian… The Abyss, symbol of order, balance and chaos, even after abandoning this world o

**Artemis P.O.V.** I woke up to something heavy weighing me down. When my eyes opened there was a large black wolf with its head on my stomach. I wiggled uncomfortably as my body felt stiff. I winced a little as a pain in my ribs reared its ugly head to life. As I wiggled the wolf turned to look at me and I gasped when I saw its cobalt blue eyes. ~ “That’s Tafari. He is Armand’s wolf”~

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

"After the betrayel, Samual went on to create his own pack of werewolves. He had mutiple women, multiple kids with all of them. Those kids went on to have more. Since he was not reproducing with his true mate, each decendent lost more stregnth and power, becoming the werewolves you are today. Samual used his power for evil, driving the human towns against him. The humans finally attacked, pushing the pack into hiding. Samual dissapeared, leaving his two kids in charge. Everybody was taught what Samual wanted them to believe." "Where was Aruthra during all of this?" I look at her as I ask, wondering how Nikkia ended up in that pack. "Aruthra was the neutral one. He was keeping an eye on the p