Here Lies The Abyss Or Wicked Eyes First Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I am the one who remembers the first time the Shadow-King was defeated. And I am the one who knows why the child was born with two different eyes." She looked at me, her gaze piercing through the golden light. "The emerald eye sees the world of the sun. But the crimson eye? That eye sees the path into the Abyss. And that is where you must go, Darlene, if you want to kill a god." I looked at my son, then at the shadow-army closing in on our gates. The war for the mountain was over. The war for the universe had just begun. "The Abyss," I whispered, the word a cold weight in my chest.

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Calling fort, black and long hands emerges from the same lines and points of the transmutation circle. As the eye is drawn and opens in the middle, she smiles back looking towards it as it pins its sight towards her. With the eye’s black, deep and somehow taunting stare, she let the hands wrap around her hands, waist, and feet. Falling into the abyss as she let her body be shallowed unto the eye, she draws a satisfying smile and all in a second and a few ticking times she opens her eyes as she is directed into HIS realm and void.

Sister Abbie wipes a tear from her wrinkled eyes. “My dear, dear child, I have loved you as my own ever since the day I took you in but now I feel I must pay the price for my sins.” My heart pounds furiously, I have an inkling as to what is coming next. I shake my head again, wishing for all this to be just a bad dream. Another tear leaves my eye and drips onto the cold pavement below, creating a darkened spot. “You had the same glowing purple eyes that you sported this morning…the eyes of a succubus.”

It is a realm where the boundaries between the known and the unknown blur, where unseen perils and hidden wonders lie in wait. The abyss is a world of secrets, revealing glimpses of eerie rock formations and ethereal creatures as the carriage moves through its depths. Bioluminescent organisms, casting faint glows in various hues, become the only source of light, their soft radiance offering a glimpse into the enigmatic abyss.

Halfway through, my head started throbbing sharp and sudden, like someone had driven a spike behind my eyes. I winced, pressing my palm to my temple. Gio noticed immediately. “You okay?” “Just a headache,” I murmured. “It’ll pass.” But it didn’t. The room tilted. The movie sound warped, distant. Then the first flash came hot, blinding. I saw fire everywhere. Orange tongues licking the walls. Smoke so thick it burned my throat. A woman’s voice..frantic, familiarcut through the roar. “Isabelle…run!”

Jack turned to look at her wearing the most bored expression on his face , as he gazed at the winged woman with two horns sticking out of her head with a thin tail " Damn I was right.*sigh*,hey could you not do this I'm not in a good mood and your so weak my natural defences haven't even really activated, and I know right now you're supposed to have this whole ideal woman transformation illusion going but I don't have a real preference and my eyes have seen through it the moment i looked well at least your cute take pride in that" the succubus was surprised and jumped back from him and glared at him with trembling eyes he could tell whether she wanted to run or fight

It had no fur, no skin, only shifting darkness wrapped around something too large, too unnatural to be real. And its eyes. Twin voids of endless blackness, absorbing all light, all hope, all reason. They locked onto the high priest, unblinking, unfathomable. The Abyss Wolf had awakened. A wave of dread rolled through the chamber, thick enough to choke on. The priests dropped to their knees in reverence, their bodies trembling, their foreheads pressing against the cold stone. Some chanted. Others wept. The high priest himself quivered, but still, he stood, his voice shaking but unwavering.

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.