Darkest Abyss Novels & Stories

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

Malzareth's expression remained perfectly calm, but internally, his thoughts sharpened. ​The Abyss had existed long before his temple, before the surrounding kingdoms, and before many of the gods themselves had even been formed. The oldest records mentioning its depths were older than written history, and no one knew its true origin or what lived at the bottom. They only knew one unbreakable rule: those who entered its dark waters never returned. Long ago, powerful High Gods, adventurers, and explorers had foolishly ventured down into the dark, and within weeks, their names vanished from the sacred Record of Life. Their histories were not merely marked dead; they were completely erased from

Phase 2: The Depth of the Shadow The desert vanished, replaced by a crushing, absolute dark, this wasn't Koran’s protective shadow, this was the Abyssal Rot, it was the feeling of being forgotten, the weight of the Maw’s ancient tombs, and the soul-deep loneliness of a Null. It tried to eat my name, my face, my love for my son. "Can you live in the dark without becoming the monster?" I didn't run from the silence, I reached for the memory of Koran’s hand in mine on the Spire, I took the Rot and Sublimated it, the darkness didn't leave, it became a cloak, a quiet space where I could finally breathe.

“It's not just a standard raid. The breach... It is stretching and coming directly from the Abyss.” I froze, the cloth slipping from my fingers. “The Abyss?” I stared at him, my humor completely vanishing, replaced by shock. “That's impossible. Nothing comes out of there. It's an empty, rotting crater. Unless the monsters down there suddenly figured out how to climb vertical rock faces, you're seeing things.” “I wish I was, Commander,” the guy insisted, his voice cracking. “The dark energy is spilling over the northern borders and the guards at the checkpoint were torn apart in seconds. It's expanding.”

But the Abyssal Anchor hanging over my heart burned with steady, unyielding brilliance, casting a five foot sphere of warm golden wildfire and sea-blue light around me, repelling the oppressive dark. I marched purposefully across the jagged black plain, my twin silver daggers unsheathed and held at the ready. Above, the sky was a hollow vault of pitch-black void, marred only by faint, bruised-purple swirls of necrotic energy. The landscape offered no natural landmarks, only jagged spires of calcified bone, endless fields of razor-sharp black volcanic glass, and shallow pools of stagnant, glowing violet sludge that hissed whenever my protective light brushed near them.

He collected the reports and slowly read a few of my reports and hypothesis about this infection that is consuming the human mind. “What would you like to call this infection?” Azreal asked as I shrugged. “I don’t know, Rogue?” I asked as he raised a brow. “Abyss, we should call it Abyss.” Azreal said as I stared at him. “Why such a boring name? It could be vargo or Marré but Abyss…” “That is the only word I can use to express their pain. It’s deep, hollow and cold with nothing but voices echoing in their minds, forcing them to be someone they are not.”

I wanted to call Chelsea but I went against it and placed back my phone on the table. Maybe I would call her later. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. It felt like I was floating in thin air like outta space. I was surrounded by darkness but at a far distance I could see a tunnel of light. I followed it and it led to a dark room. It was full of chains and dead skeletons. The place gave me the chills. Something was written on the wall in a red substance. BEWARE YOUR END IS NEAR. Before I could respond the room began spinning and everything turned pitch black. I woke up breathing hard. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and I turned on the lights.

In time he managed to drift into that place between awake and asleep, the place that held him helpless as he watched dreams play behind his eyelids. He was on a plane, in a small but luxurious cabin peering out at the night and seeing the city below. The lights glittered like a thousand diamonds scattered across a swath of black velvet. Mist and fog crawled up from the edge of the sea, blurring the twinkle of city lights.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

This was my worst nightmare, the dark. The inability to see my surroundings and the fear attached to that... I find that my heart is already racing, and Abyss has recessed into the darkest depths of my mind. She is silent and loans no strength to help me to breathe. The panic rises in my body as the silence stretches out, and I'm sure it's a tactic. A way to make me fear the unknown future that I will be living in soon. "Your emotions have always been so... potent," Damian breaks the silence as he pushes me.