If You Gaze Into The Abyss Book Novels & Stories

I try to catch onto it, searching through the blurry shapes around me. My eyes droop closed, and exhaustion tries to pull me back into the creeping darkness. It tries to swallow my vision whole again, but a deep agonizing pang sharpens my senses. I lurch forward, disoriented and confused. My lower back feels as though it is being stabbed by a thousand knives. I cry out. The shapes in front of me regain their detail. Abigail's face comes into focus. She is clutching my hand at my side. "Breathe," She says, soothingly.

That was until he fell into the abyss and never re-surfaced. I still saw him now and then, down the high street sometimes, wearing layers of dirt-encrusted clothes to shield him from the cold, fingertips chewed right down to the bone. He lives in that abyss every single day and all that's left of him is a trail of bloodied fingerprints and soundless words coming from constantly-moving lips. And now, this was it. This was my abyss. The biggest fucking comedown I'd ever had. Like staring into the deepest chasm and knowing that once down there, I'd never be coming back out again.

The view that my eyes could see was nothing like I have ever seen before. “As for your second question, this is called the abyss. A place where no human could ever come. As for your case, your body remains in the world of humans, but just as I told you earlier; you have the blood of an angel that is why you are able to reach this realm.”

A huge hourglass more than 11ft tall stood gallantly at the center of the land, the sand at the top was still more than half filled so I guessed I still had time before the gate closes and locked me in. I looked around trying to locate where the abyss might be located. “What even is an abyss?” I asked to no one in particular as I made my way to look for clues. Adrian had told me I would be required to cross the river before being able to bring Lucius back, but in truth, I only needed to remain on the boat and to drop Lucius' hair which I held tightly in my palms into the abyss to allow Lucius locate me. Once the dead comes in contact with the living, the guardians wouldn't have control over

Rocks tumbled from the ceiling, the ground beneath us shifting like it was being torn apart from within. But I couldn’t move. I was trapped, not by the physical chaos around me, but by the deity’s gaze. Its burning eyes were locked on mine, and I could feel its presence invading my thoughts, twisting my mind with its overwhelming power. It was like staring into the abyss, and the abyss was staring back.

“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Chapter 80 “We can make it past! We just need to run quickly. We'd make it,” the man with ali, who from his voice I can identify as Uriel, one of the old ranch hands, counters, himself also coughing heavily. But I know there is a fat chance of this. One foot into that inferno, and we will all be roasted alive.

“It’s the Abyss—opening for us, for the trinity, for her.” The spire pulsed, the runes flaring, and the sand parted, not a gate but a path, glowing black, leading down, not desert but void, the chaos beyond, the Veil’s edge, the Abyss’s heart, its shades waiting, their hum a chant, not judgment but truth: lock, spark, flame, void, choose or be chosen. The bond burned, Lucian’s voice, "we’re with you," his hand tight, Lyra’s shard warm, Mara’s nod, Killian’s shaky grin, and I stepped forward, the dagger raised, the mark screaming, the path glowing, the Abyss calling.

and headed down the stairs. Alexander was standing by the dining table, staring at the leftover birthday cake in a daze. "Sorry, I was too busy yesterday and forgot," he said to me. That trace of pitiful regret in his eyes didn't move me anymore. Busy? Was he too busy to answer a single one of my calls while keeping Vivian company? At that moment, I felt an inexplicable sense of calm within me. I slammed the document onto the table. "Sign it."

“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?”