Limitless Abyss Novels & Stories

But when she opened her eyes, Liam was nowhere to be seen. *** Dark. That abyss was a place of muffled terror, an endless expanse of nothingness that seemed to stretch on forever. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the silence was deafening. No light penetrated the blackness, and no sound could be heard except for the occasional echoing moan or groan that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the earth. As one looked down into the abyss, a sense of vertigo overtook them, and they felt as if they were falling into an infinite void. The walls were slick with moisture, and jagged rocks protruded from every surface.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

At the same time, Clarice asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, what difference would it make from killing them if they end up in the Endless Abyss?" The Endless Abyss was on the west side of their residential land and was seemingly bottomless. It existed long before the Raksasa Tribe first migrated into the land. No one knew how deep it was or where it led to. The only thing they knew was no one that fell into the abyss ever came back alive. Sigh.

“Correct. Shared authorship achieved. Probability of continued survival: increased significantly.” The ghost’s form flickered violently, as if the abyss’s change destabilized it. “Fools. You’ve drawn its full attention. Do you not understand? If it accepts you as players, it will not let you go. You have entered a game with no exit.” Ian’s grin sharpened. “Then we make our own exit. Just like we made our own rhythm.” The abyss pulsed one last time, its resonance heavy with finality. *Then the game continues.* And the board expanded outward, infinite tiles stretching into the abyss, each glowing with possibilities yet unplayed.

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.***

He walked over and handed her a glass of champagne. Yvette shook her head. “I just thought that it felt strange. A year ago, I was trapped on that rainy night. I was trapped in a love that would never be returned. Now, my work is on the international stage.” “That’s life.” Jett leaned against the railing. “Sometimes things feel impossible to heal. But those cracks let the light in.” He paused and took a small velvet box from his pocket.

“Killian!” Silence. The air was heavy with ancient power. She could feel the realm’s pulse, slow and unnatural, as if she had fallen into the belly of the world itself. Her wolf stirred uneasily inside her mind. This isn’t the Shadow Realm anymore, it whispered. This… this is deeper. “Deeper?” Aria whispered. The Abyss. Aria’s breath caught. Legends spoke of the Abyss a realm beyond even death and shadow, a place where lost souls drifted in endless slumber. No one who entered ever returned.

Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

My heart had turned to stone, yet the shimmer in my eyes was not for him—it was for the cruel fate I could not escape. "You still have plenty of chances to have children," I said, my voice steady. "But I… I will never be able to conceive again." Lucas stood frozen, my words sinking in, each one cutting deeper than the last. "Listen carefully, Lucas." I met his gaze. "Unless the dead can return to life, I will never—never—have anything to do with you again." With that, I shoved him aside and slammed the door. No matter how desperately he shouted my name outside, I refused to let him in.

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