Echoes Of The Abyss Novels & Stories

Memories……… Blood... So much blood on my hands... I move my fingers in front of my face, warm blood sliding down them, running down my palms to my wrists and falling into the void. Stop... That soft voice... angelic... I turned around, but there was only darkness around me. Where am I? I'll bite you back, red princess. Mason's voice in the distance made me fall to my knees, a sharp pain spreading through my head, squeezing my skull, making me gasp in agony.

Just the echo of his own ragged breathing in the vast, open space. He sat up slowly, blinking against the haze that clung to the air. The room or wherever he was was dimly lit, the walls pulsing faintly with an eerie, internal glow, like the inside of something breathing. The ground beneath him wasn’t smooth like the hallway above it was cracked, ancient, and etched with markings that pulsed beneath his hands when he touched them. He was alone. “Isla?” he called out, then louder, “Elliot?” No answer. His voice didn’t echo, like the space was swallowing sound as quickly as it could make it.

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

Third person’s pov He took out his phone and dialed a number,“ get some information about the mansion from the surveillance camera, I sense danger, give me the report in two. He said and hung up. Yes, boss.. Kevin said from over the phone, his voice sounding firm. The cab ride felt like an eternity to Nicholas. Each passing street lamp, each pothole jolting the car, amplified the turmoil inside him. The attempted murder of his father was a reality he was struggling to process. He stared out the window, the city blurring into streaks of light and shadow, the familiar landscape now tainted with the grim specter of violence.

Beside her, Elias looked out toward the horizon, where a trail of white, spectral shapes was moving across the valley floor. "They aren't ghosts, Rhea," Elias said, his voice a low, melodic vibration that made the silver-reeds at the water's edge tremble. "They’re 'Echoes'. The memory-harvest in Sector 4 triggered a cascade. The ancestors aren't just staying in the roots anymore; they’re manifesting in the atmosphere. The pressure of the 'Sweetness' is so high that the past is literally spilling over into the present."

The valley of Echoes welcomed us with silence. Not the peaceful kind. Not the solemn kind. This silence felt like something had been scraped away from the world, like sound itself had been buried beneath layers of ash and regret. The ground beneath our feet shimmered with ghostlight. Every step left no mark. The spire at the center stood tall, but not proud more like a monument to grief. Its surface wasn’t stone, but mirrored obsidian, and every time I glanced at it, I saw not myself but those I had lost.

“Love draws, lovelies, and life is just a mere play into the dark and deep abyss where souls can scream, but never be heard. Sins that are eminent, yet nothing can compare to the dread and scheme they all are and will be.” She could hear, walking unto the door where she first chooses, beyond the said abyss that the whispering voice is telling her so. “Tick tock, tick tock, can you hear their agony.” With the giggling voice that can bring anyone the chill right and down unto their spines. She draws nothing of the alike expression, as the torches around her slowly appear and lighten with the different hues of the light of a flame. “Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, white, and gold.”

The deafening sounds of thunder roaring as lightning struck across the night sky. “What else huh! What else do you want!” my voice echoed throughout the vast space as I stood there with my hands tied up to my front. Luciano was standing apart from me, but I could see that monstrous expression on his face. His murderous look broke every bone in my body. This was the man whom I loved more than life itself. The rocky hollowness of the cliff made it seem mournful and cavern loud. It echoed at first with a mournful sound, recoiling from the cliff rock. It rebounded, and its vibration was resonating in the spacious air. The bouncing and distortion of sound rang it out once more. Then it foundered

Leslie looked over as the cameras flashed. "This, sir, is 'Echoes in the Abyss.' I had the pleasure of visiting my mentor's gallery in Chelsea and saw a similar piece, but that one evoked happy emotions. This, however represents a time in our lives when we feel like everything is happening against us. We try to fight against the odds, but it's not enough. We're lost in an abyss, and our despair is all that echoes around us." The arena quieted down at her elaborate explanation, then bursts of claps filled the place as ‘’ouus’ and ‘ahhs’ rang out .

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.