Made In Abyss Light Novels & Stories

“Now please, sit back and enjoy the show.” From somewhere he couldn’t see, she produced a shiny black dildo. Crawling back away from the window again, she held the dildo to her mouth and licked it, and, on her knees now, her legs spread wide, she gyrated her body slowly to the beat as she brought the dildo down between her legs and stroked it against her clit.

[Name: None] [Level 1 (MAX)] [Maturity: 26%] [Race: Blind bee larva] [Role: Immature spawn] [Abyssal force: 20 / 20] [Attack: 1] [Defense: 1] [Dexterity: 1] [Agility: 2] [Intelligence: 1] [Skills]: (v) - Poison sting Lv 1 (MAX) (3% maturity) (v) + Ability to produce poison and inject it in an objective with a stinger, fangs, or sharpened legs (25% chance of poisoning the target).

Abigail shuddered as she looked down at her reddened skin, confused as to why a torch could cause her so much pain. She had thought only the sun was supposed to be her allergy and that was why she wore her double skin at daytime. "Fuck! It hurts." Abigail muttered to herself as her skin began to heal almost immediately. This was like nothing she had ever experienced. The pain that came with it was severe, and intense. Realizing she had no chance against her enemies, she groaned and ran away, disappearing into the dark as fast as she could. David had customized his car in a way that everything on the car was a weapon. He had rebuilt the car with pure silver parts and had his lights made into

“Possible is a word humans use when they want to pretend law doesn’t exist.” The girl with my face stepped closer, chain coiled in her hand like a leash. Her gaze slid to my wrist mark, hungry with recognition. “You finally came,” she said. Her voice was mine too. But layered—like someone else was speaking underneath it. Dax’s grip on my wrist tightened. His gold eyes flickered—pain, rage, then that cold ancient calm again. “It’s a mirror-cage,” the wrong voice in him said, almost instructional. “A copy made from blood.”

The Abyssal Sabotage was not a vessel designed for comfort. It was a "Functional" relic—a titanium sphere originally built by the Hawke Logistics Division to inspect the "Sub-Surface" geothermal taps that powered the old world. Now, stripped of its "Neural-Link" navigation and "Chronicle" transponders, it was a "Broken Asset" resurrected for one final, "Ruthless" mission.

"Got it. You can leave now." Then the waiter walked out. Abyss opened the wine bottle by himself, and there's no need to use a cup?because he's the only one here, who cared if he's not drinking gracefully? He raised his head and poured a bottle of XO into his mouth. The spicy feeling stimulated his taste buds, which was somewhat unbearable, but felt great. He drank a bottle after a bottle, then he heard a woman's screaming in a trance. The voice sounded so familiar, a bit like Mango's.

The Abyssal-Striker didn’t fight like a machine. It fought like water. In the center of the Founder’s penthouse, Captain Reyes engaged the deep-sea assassin in a blindingly fast, desperate melee. The Striker’s hydro-slick, black carbon-fiber armor completely absorbed the kinetic impact of Reyes’s punches, shedding water across the pristine white floor with every fluid movement. The assassin swung its harmonic blade a weapon that hummed with a piercing, high-frequency vibration capable of parting molecules. Reyes ducked, the blade cleanly slicing through the thick durasteel support pillar behind her as if it were made of warm butter.

The Abyss had apparently translated it into architecture. The groves were enclosed enough to feel held, the silver trees he had grown spreading their branches overhead in canopies that filtered the Abyss's responsive darkness into something more intimate and specific, more like the particular quality of light that belonged to a single being in a single moment rather than the general illumination of a shared space.

" well I lied that used to be a goblin 1 year ago but after entering the mountain, that happened " ' that giant thing was a lovely being ? could this be another artifact ? if so lucky it's most likely my dark maze ,though i said maze it's just a stone rod that exchanges your consiousness to a stronger body at the sacrifice of the old pretty convient but it takes you back to a child state so it's a bit disadvantageous to humans but not demons though since they mature quickly' Jack was definely going but pretended to think about it and calmly said . " fine hand me the request I'll go now "

"I just have to drive faster so I could see how he is doing right now." At Imman's apartment, everything is quiet. Not a single sound could be heard, even the lights are not lit up. Only the bedroom is lighted up. Imman is still sleeping with his head on the pillow and his body covered with the blanket. Cassandra already knows the passcode of his apartment so she easily entered his place without any problems. It was dark all over when she opened the door. She lit up all the lights and went to his bedroom. She found the lawyer slumbering, touched his forehead, and was relieved that his fever has gone down. Slowly, she tiptoed her way to the kitchen and looked for ingredients for the soup that