Here Lies The Abyss Or Wicked Eyes First Novels & Stories

I kept telling myself that it was all a dream and that I needed to wake up quickly. 'Wake up!' However, the song got closer and louder. Outside my window, something enormous drifted past. A vast black silhouette, blocking what little light that had filtered in. That thing stopped right outside my window. A huge, murky eyeball pressed against the glass of my window, staring at me. It was laughing. I could feel it laughing. The excitement of a predator when it found its prey. [Believe that you are awake.] I bit my tongue. It hurt. I could instantly taste the stench of blood, but my blood did not spread in the water.

Or maybe I already am because of this girl I've been seeing in my episodes. "Come with me!" she said. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Do you want to know the truth? Follow me!" she replied. She's not a ghost. Well, not that I know of. She seemed normal to me. She's petite. She has long, ebony-black hair and white complexion and her cheek's a little chubby. The most remarkable thing about her is her eyes. When you look at her deep, mysterious brown eyes, no matter how saddened you're with this fantasy, a sudden feeling of calmness takes over you.

The power of the abyss was so incredible that Darla lost a great amount of power to find it. A glowing circle of purple light came into view afterward. "That is…. That is the abyss". She said, This was exactly the same thing she saw in her vision when she told her fellow Witches about the abyss for the first time. At that time, she also saw that it was in the possession of their first ever Queen [Ember]. "How do we use it then?". Mia asked.

"Whatever’s coming, we’re in this with you." I nodded, holding onto his words, the bond, but the mark pulsed, and I felt them, the shadow, her black eyes, her cruel laugh, the void, her white eyes, her shadows, and the flame, her gold eyes, her fading light, all converging, not here but close, in the Abyss’s heart. The path narrowed, the void’s shadows tightening, forming walls, not stone but chaos, pulsing with runes, not the city’s, not the Hollow’s, but older, black, glowing with the mark, the dagger, the shard.

Over it coasted a dim, whirling vortex, beating with the same energy as the mark on Clara's chest. “That's it,” Mariam said, her voice filled with admiration and anguish. “The heart of the abyss.” Ethan stepped forward, his light flaring as he prepared to strike the vortex. Just before he could move, the darkness around them surged, shaping an enormous, shadowy figure that towered over them. It was the abyss itself, a living embodiment of the obscurity that had tormented them for so long. Its eyes shined with pernicious insights as it looked down at them, its voice resounding through the cavern.

The irony makes me wanna scream. “There we go,” I breathe out. “Nice and easy, babe.” Don’t look. Don’t you fucking look. Too late. My eyes flicker for half a second—and yup. There it is. The outline. The thing. Floating like a cursed sea monster beneath the bubbles. Fuck me sideways. My pupils are cursed. “I saw it,” I whisper to no one, maybe to God. “My eyes are fucking cursed.” “Hmm?” Dante’s voice is a low rumble, amused. “You always make that face when you bathe me, wife?”

The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

“Sapphire, it's what we woke up.” The fort shifted again, a violent, sickening lurch that sent us sliding toward the edge of the pit. As I looked down into the encroaching abyss, I didn't see fire or shadow. I saw an eye. A colossal, lidless eye, vast as an ocean, slowly beginning to open from the bowels of the earth. “What on earth have we done?”

This entity, it seemed, wasn't merely a legend, but a terrifying reality that lurked within the Abyss. Their next encounter was a physical one – a colossal derelict vessel, its once gleaming hull now scarred and blackened, like a cosmic tombstone. Anya, analyzing the wreckage, identified it as belonging to an ancient species known for their insatiable hunger for knowledge. Their journey, it appeared, had led them to the Abyss, and their fate remained a chilling mystery. Guided by whispers and debris, they ventured deeper into the Abyss. Every passing moment felt like a descent into an abyss not just of space, but of existence itself. The whispers on the Echo network grew stronger, morphing f

I said, a faint smirk tugging at my lips. Dominic chuckled. “Not a chance.” The Abyss shifted again as we moved forward, the darkness parting to reveal a labyrinth of mirrors. Each surface reflected distorted versions of ourselves—some twisted and monstrous, others heartbreakingly fragile. “This place knows how to get under your skin,” Dominic muttered, his gaze scanning the reflections warily. I nodded. “Stay close. This place thrives on separation.” As we navigated the maze, the mirrors began to whisper, their voices insidious.