Endless Abyss Novels & Stories

Lanie The world rematerialized as a barren wasteland before me. Canyons and pits were filled with torture devices. Cries of pain filled the air, making my whole body shudder. I could see black hooded creatures, horned demons, and tortured souls dotting the landscape. There were lava pits, spikes, and spires with bodies strapped onto them being stabbed repeatedly.

Those eyes reminded Damien of the waters in a billabong: shades of reddish brown illuminated by flecks of blue and green, like the reflections of red rocks and trees in blue water. As with a billabong, a guy could look into its depths and get lost. Especially now when his amusement made the pair of eyes gleam as if sunlight stained still water. He tapped his glass: — The bugs? “Yes, or who made you sigh like a strong wind through the trees. Her lips twitched, more in regret than amusement.

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.

Noxaris’s silver eyes glowed brighter. “You are the End.” The cracks deepened. “But even endings…” He looked upward. “…can end.” Silence. The world stopped breathing The black eye screamed. A terrible sound. Ancient. Furious. The heavens shook violently. The cracks spread across the eye. But they did not stop. They continued growing. The End struggled. Reality twisted. Stars exploded. Mountains shattered. Yet the cracks remained. Because something new had entered existence. Something impossible. An ending for the End.

sighed the woman, she seemed to be about to cry. Abyss felt pity for her, whoever she was, she was very sad, and could sense her emotions. "You're so considerate… Don't worry, I am fine… Please, take care of him, I implore of you…" Abyss didn't really know what was happening, but she accepted, she didn't have any other choice anyway. Suddenly, Abyss was absorbed by a strange wormhole, as her little soul flew through the endless Grand Cosmos, crossing through space and time…

They would not give up now. With a final surge of energy, they leaped into the abyss. As Liam and Xal'dar plummeted into the abyss, they felt a surge of power coursing through them. It was as if the very fabric of the universe was reacting to their presence. The darkness around them swirled and twisted, forming strange, alien shapes. They were falling through a cosmic vortex, a gateway to another dimension. The sphere at the bottom of the abyss grew larger, its pulsations intensifying. It was a monstrous entity, a heart of pure evil that threatened to consume the entire universe.

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.”

The abyss, however, finally sounded angry. Truly angry. “ENOUGH.” The golden eye split open completely. And beneath the world, the true form of the abyss began rising. Lira’s breath stopped. The thing emerging from the void was beyond monstrous. It had no single shape. No defined body. It looked like darkness trying to imitate existence itself. Endless eyes. Endless mouths. An entire universe of emptiness wrapped into one impossible being. The battlefield collapsed under its presence alone. Hunters fell to their knees.

At the same time, Clarice asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, what difference would it make from killing them if they end up in the Endless Abyss?" The Endless Abyss was on the west side of their residential land and was seemingly bottomless. It existed long before the Raksasa Tribe first migrated into the land. No one knew how deep it was or where it led to. The only thing they knew was no one that fell into the abyss ever came back alive. Sigh.

Well the world has ended there are demons and all sorts of shit running around now the world is basically trashed .And there are two figures standing in the midst of some rubble one with a hood and the other a large humanoid with claws and fangs "hey human bow before me "the larger figure said "humph I only bow before the almighty God " the smaller figure says as he raised his hands "now be erased for your blasphemy" as he waves his hands the other figure as well as everything else behind him gets evaporated.