Darkest Abyss Novels & Stories

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

The darkness was not empty. It was like a deep, ice-cold ocean into which Abigail’s soul slowly sank, drifting toward a bottomless abyss. Rodriguez’s claw had not only torn through her flesh—it was as if it had severed the very thread of her existence. The sounds of the base, the explosions, and the distant echoes of Sadira’s Core detonation all fell silent. Only one thing remained: a distant, pulsing red light that would not let her vanish completely.

“He’s mine. He always has been. I won’t lose him like I lost Saint. Not like this.” Tessa and Wolf exchanged a glance, reading the desperation in my eyes. Finally, Tessa stepped back. “Then don’t come back the same.” --- DESCENDING INTO THE ABYSS I jumped. The world dropped away beneath me. The darkness surged, swallowing sound and light, pressing against my chest like an ocean of shadows. Luca’s energy pulsed ahead of me, guiding me through the chaos, glowing blue against the abyss’s black maw. The walls shifted, twisting like the inside of a nightmare. Shadows coiled around me, trying to claw at my limbs, my thoughts, my soul. Every step I took felt like walking through fire.

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

Black spots danced. The figure drew closer… closer… Then, darkness swallowed everything.

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

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The times I talked myself off the ledge of becoming another wasted junkie, fucking her life away. He has the darkest stupid fantasies of a little girl praying for a brave hero on a big fierce dragon to come and burn down the world to save her from her prison. He has it all. It’s like having a massive microscope and blazing light shone on your deepest darkest depths and exposing them to the world. It doesn’t feel good at all.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

Her voice cut off with a gurgle as the doors slammed shut, sealed over with a crust of living black ice. The room turned freezing in a breath. The fire did not go out — its flames withered, shifting from gold to a dying, bruised violet, frozen in place and giving off no heat at all. From the drains, the cracks between the stones, the grout of the walls — the Abyss began to pour. Six shadow‑things rose from the spreading mire: faceless, hunched shapes draped in rotting kelp, claws of sharpened coral glinting like butcher’s knives.