If You Gaze Into The Abyss Book Novels & Stories

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

Only gloom, bourdom and imtinesssiround it, nothing is in frond of him, and nothing behind, only fleshlesh snakes bellow him and in endless darkness above him, the only barrier from being eaten bellow is water, that seems soft to tach bat solid to stand on it, with its some waives here and there that can produce morelight than the usual brightness of the lake or osian with some sound , it becomes this silhought only way and companion in this lonleness. Until a stone thrown hit my face, an old and huge thrown, yet simple, nothing expansive in it, my blank eyes keep staring at it for a long time because my mind still can’t register it, my hole being are numb, my fogy soul could not be felt, m

I peered around only to hear the sound of the bathroom water running. To us, the reason the Abyss was set was because of its first woman. Lilith was like the origin of everything, she started everything but its purpose was altered, something tells me Alpha Henry Bryson knows about me. His intent gaze was completely cold and he lectured and gifted to me the book that was so precious to him too. "Wait, did you find your way here?" She asked peering over the bathroom door. "Yea, I slept here the other night you remember."

He couldn’t see. Someone had fair attempted to take him out, and his heart with him. Bitsy blended underneath him, lifting her head. Bits of glass flickered in her dim hair, and when she turned to see at the burning man—or woman— Keegan saw the seared strands around her face. The outrage debilitated to expend him, and he took profound breaths through his nose and out his mouth as he observed the human drop to their knees and at last hit the asphalt as the blazes devoured them. The truth that it seem effectively have been Bitsy didn’t elude him.

But Alex could hardly hear them over the pounding of his thoughts. He spent countless hours in the attic, surrounded by memories, piecing together fragments of his life before the tragedy. He read through his father’s old case files, the yellowed papers filled with handwritten notes and photographs of criminals—men who had caused pain in the lives of others. Each name he read became a ghost in his mind, haunting him with the idea that justice was not just a word but a necessity.

Pulled the infinite corridors, the watching eyes, the geometric runes made of living shadow, into the narrow confines of my own shadow - the particular darkness that fell behind me when I walked into light, that any body cast, that any life required. The shadows retreated with a wet, tearing sound. Not gracefully. Not willingly. With the particular resentment of something that had been promised expansion and had been returned to contraction, to the small and bounded and human. The ink on the walls vanished. The floor solidified beneath my boots, the quartz-like cold of the Abyss receding into my veins, into the spaces between my ribs where Silvie settled with the particular sulkiness of a pr

Koran murmured, his pace a frantic stride, "We’re going to the Abyssal Well, it’s the only place thick enough to drown a sun." We descended into the roots of the mountain, spiraling down until the air smelled of ancient stone and the metallic tang of the earth's blood, in the center of a lightless chamber lay a pool of liquid so black it seemed to be a hole in reality, it didn't ripple,it simply existed. "The Grounding," Koran said. "Stay with me, Vesper."

“Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.” The air fell into a heavy silence. Even breathing seemed stifled. Then, the crowd erupted again, louder than before. “Don’t say that, Jacob! We’re sending people to look for you right now!” The video kept playing. I looked straight into the camera, speaking each word clearly. “I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a w

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"