Novel & Cerita Beyond The Abyss

“You hovered gently – the piece of your soul, as if recognizing me, as if begging me to save you from your fate, but so couldn’t “ his voice became strained, but he continued talking. “You – I watched it swallow you whole. I tried to go in after you, but it didn’t – it wouldn’t let me, something didn’t let me pass. It was as if the keeper of the abyss knew I would try to, and for the first time in millenniums, the abyss rejected something – me” The blood in my body went cold. The abyss had rejected Beros. Had rejected him just after swallowing me. “Wh – what?” I half chucked, half choked out, looking at Alicent before looking back at Beros.

I didn't dare look behind me. But it followed. I could feel it. The thing from beyond. When we reached the water's edge, I collapsed to my knees. The river should've offered safety, sanctuary. But it boiled, bubbles rising, steam rising higher. Malen cried out and fell, convulsing. His body twisted unnaturally, veins glowing a violent purple. I screamed and reached for him. I wanted to save him at all costs. He didn't deserve so much pain. It hurt me to see him like this.

A sob broke through my chest, sharp and helpless. “Please…” I whispered into the empty room, my voice cracking in the silence. I run to the window and throw it open. Cold air rushes in. And that’s when I see it. Endless trees. No houses or cars. Just forest swallowing the horizon. My breath leaves me in a broken sob. I’m not in Paris. I’m not even near civilization. I slide down against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. And for the first time since this began… I am truly afraid.

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

Beyond it lay the Abyss proper, a churning void that seemed alive, tendrils of black energy curling outward like reaching fingers. “This is it,” the guide said, appearing beside them, its light flickering against the darkness. “Beyond this gateway, the rules of reality are… flexible. The Abyss feeds on fear, doubt, and indecision. You will see Emily not just who she is, but every version of herself that the Abyss can conjure. You must hold onto who she truly is.” Kiran exhaled, his heart hammering. “Every version? Every fear? That’s… insane.” Lucien’s lips tightened. “It has to be done. There’s no other way.”

Five Hours Later Emily Jacobs – Point of View I blink slowly as consciousness drifts back into my body, like a tide returning to shore after a storm. My eyelids are heavy, my limbs even heavier. A soft beeping rhythm echoes in the background—a monitor. I am lying flat, staring at a white ceiling that feels both unfamiliar and blindingly sterile. My lower abdomen feels numb, but not empty. There is a deep hollow sensation radiating through my body like something monumental has happened. And then… it all rushes back.

Nothing at all, as far as the eye could see but the pungent stink of the air was making him dizzy, his stomach churning, unbelievable, repellent and, gut-wrenching, numbing foul stink. And that's when he saw the mysterious canyon, cutting across the wasteland terrain dead ahead of him with sadistic inevitability, a vast limestone trench snaking across the landscape like something from the dark Wild West movies, but this one is the black and way more apocalyptic scenario, the ones he'd seen in countless dark cowboy films and had hoped to visit someday but hadn't though, the one he now knew with a savage certainty, that he had never gotten a chance to see. That moment there was a reverberating

The air at the rim of the Abyssal Cradle did not scream; it hummed with a low, bone-deep resonance that vibrated through the marrow of every living soul. Standing at the edge of the sheer basalt precipice, Kira looked down into the rift. Below them lay no earth, no stone, no water—only a vast, swirling vortex of absolute darkness streaked with violent veins of raw, uncontained crimson ley-fire. Reality at the perimeter felt paper-thin and fraying at the edges. Time moved erratically here; falling snowflakes froze mid-air, hovering like suspended glass shards before suddenly shattering into clouds of cold black dust.

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.

I am hopeless. “Mine” he growls My vision gets blurry and I can barely see. “Please don't do this, I beg…” ignoring my pleas he breaks through me and I feel a mix of pleasure and agony flow through me. “Mine” he growls and his eyes bleed black before marking me. The triumphant smirk on his face is the last thing I see before I slip into a thick darkness I have nothing left, lost my mother, lost my father's affection, lost my best friend Madison, lost Eva and now I have to spend my whole life being a shadow of myself. What else do I have to live for?