If You Gaze Into The Abyss Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The Glory of the Nether will unravel from the ashes of those who refuse metamorphosis. Amen.” He turned around and walked into the dark hallway, disappearing from my sight. I lowered myself down to the foot of the bed and crept up to it. Between the curtains were the thinnest of gaps. I moved my eyes close . . . and saw glimpses of a strong white body with long black hair and great black wings, thrusting into a twisted woman. I was too late.

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

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…

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

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.

The abyss devours them as we speak. A flick of her wrist, and the void ripples. An image forms: Ryland slumped against a crumbling monolith, his breath shallow. The twins huddle nearby, their hands clasped, light and shadow sputtering weakly around them. The ground beneath them fractures, tendrils of the abyss licking at their heels. “Stop it,” you whisper. ***You stopped nothing***, she laughs. ***You only delayed the inevitable. But I am generous. I’ll offer you a trade.***

Seraphina Vellaro – POV The study became my new world. Its dimensions were defined by the scent of old books and Lucian’s cologne, the feel of cool marble underfoot near the fireplace, and the specific, unchanging position of the heavy oak desk. For four hours each day, I was marooned in this island of controlled power, with the journal as my only compass.

And I forgot how to fucking breathe. He stepped out, steam trailing behind him like a ghost. Hair damp. Body gleaming. That goddamn towel low on his hips, barely decent. Water traced down his chest and caught in the grooves of old wounds, ink bleeding around his ribs, down the sharp cut of his abs. A skull. Bones. A skeleton wrapped around his side like a secret. Cyrillic I couldn’t read. Stories I couldn’t touch. Scars that weren’t for me.

His face had become pale as death. I could barely breathe. The voice continued. "Ten thousand years." A pause. Then another laugh. "Did you really think that would be enough?" The abyss moved. Not the creature. The abyss itself. The darkness twisted. Shifted. Flowed like liquid. Then two enormous shapes appeared within it. Eyes. My heart nearly stopped. Eyes larger than buildings. Eyes glowing with molten gold. They opened slowly. Watching. Studying. Awakening. The underground city suddenly felt very small.