Endless Abyss Novels & Stories

Amyla said with tears in her eyes. "What are you talking about sweetheart?" Her mum asked after giving Mark a look. "Didn't y'all see the school news? Skyla showed it to me two days ago and I thought I was had or something. I could not respond to her as I laid in bed trying to catch up myself. I had an evil side of me, or I once lived in this world and was evil. So, this was my punishment for all the things I did" Amyla said wiping the tears rolling down her eyes.

Space was all I needed, somewhere I could escape the world and everything that inhibits it. Cassandra didn't follow me which I was glad for, she knw when I needed to be alone. Death is such a fickle thing in the minds of many, I should adapt stop overthinking, stop thinking of what could have been. After all, death is the key to heaven they all say.

But in the end, it is an inevitable fact, that all these alternatives lead me to the same destination: Azael is not coming.

Anyway, he had never thought about a smooth sailing. Even so, after killing the mysterious man, Caspian clearly felt that the nearby void was constantly trembling, as if something extremely terrifying was about to rush over! Thus, Caspian didn't delay and flew straight towards the abyss. The abyss was deep and immeasurable, stretching as far as the eye could see! Even someone like Caspian couldn't help but tremble when facing the abyss. "Is this Abyss?" Caspian muttered to himself. From a distance, Caspian saw planets formed by demons.

But when she opened her eyes, Liam was nowhere to be seen. *** Dark. That abyss was a place of muffled terror, an endless expanse of nothingness that seemed to stretch on forever. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the silence was deafening. No light penetrated the blackness, and no sound could be heard except for the occasional echoing moan or groan that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the earth. As one looked down into the abyss, a sense of vertigo overtook them, and they felt as if they were falling into an infinite void. The walls were slick with moisture, and jagged rocks protruded from every surface.

“Plus, these are magic goggles.” “Magic goggles?” Tyson asked. He looked like an adorable water creature with big eyes wearing Dylan’s goggles. “Yup.” Dylan nodded solemnly. “They let you hold your breath for three seconds longer underwater. I got them from a mermaid.” Tyson felt the goggles with his fingertips and grinned. “Okay.” He took a deep breath, hesitated and then touched the goggles before putting his face in the water and blowing. Bubbles came fast and short, but he managed to get bubbles under the water before quickly standing again.

"Are you... okay? I questioned as I focused on his eyes. Again his face went blank, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" My lips parted when I heard his respond. "Don't worry, I am already used to it. It doesn't scare me anymore." Luxious was now gazing off into space when I looked directly into his eyes. The lack of life in his colorful eyes caused them to become gloomy. I grabbed his hand, giving it a tight squeeze. "Luxious..." Given his current state, I'm at a loss for words.

Darryl snarled at Lucien while the Alpha just sat there watching where everything would lead to. “ When I'm done with him in a few months, you can take his life by yourself. The abyss river can be tricky but I promise to keep him alive until then.” Lucien said, the idea of his punishment making his dark eyes gleam in excitement. The abyss was the highest form of punishment for demons, it was more excruciating than all levels of hell. Only the king of the underworld can go and leave as he wants without losing his soul. The river of abyss is capable of driving the strongest demons crazy by using their darkest nightmares against them, that's why it remained the highest level of punishment.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

The abyss devours them as we speak. A flick of her wrist, and the void ripples. An image forms: Ryland slumped against a crumbling monolith, his breath shallow. The twins huddle nearby, their hands clasped, light and shadow sputtering weakly around them. The ground beneath them fractures, tendrils of the abyss licking at their heels. “Stop it,” you whisper. ***You stopped nothing***, she laughs. ***You only delayed the inevitable. But I am generous. I’ll offer you a trade.***