Made In Abyss Light Romane & Geschichten

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Liam said, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. ​He pried open a crate with his claws. Inside were crossbow bolts, but the tips weren't steel or silver. They were made of a strange, translucent black glass that hummed with a sick, oily energy. ​"Obsidian-Core," Marcus whispered, his face turning pale. "It's illegal in all five packs. It's designed to bypass Alpha-skin. It rots the healing factor from the inside out."

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

"You should have stayed buried in the frost-wastes. I’m going to take your head back to Natalia as a footstool." "I think not," Ivan murmured, lifting a hand. From behind him, four cloaked figures stepped forward, carrying heavy, iron-barreled weapons—relics of ancient Abyssal technology powered by unstable moon-gems. The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning.

The transition from the lightless depths of the Abyssal Chamber to the surface world was like stepping into a blast furnace, as we emerged from the Maw’s hidden peak, the sky wasn't the deep indigo of a mountain morning, it was a bruised, sickly orange, a sky choked with the ash of the Neutral Zone. Kaelen had begun the burning.

The moment I looked at them… An uncomfortable sensation crawled through my chest. It was as though something inside me instinctively rejected their existence. Grandma Healer approached carefully. She stretched out a wrinkled hand but stopped just before touching them. “No…” Her expression changed dramatically. “These aren’t ordinary corrupted crystals.” Karl looked toward her. “You recognize them?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve only seen drawings in ancient records.” She swallowed before continuing. “They’re called Abyss Stones.” The entire hall fell silent once again. “They’re forged using condensed Void Energy and the blood of living sacrifices.”

she asked impatiently. Fane ignored her. His attention was already pinned onto a necklace inside a glass casing that stood in the middle of the room. A jewel the color of dark blood was its crowning glory, and the other gemstones sparkling in its circumference made it seem even more otherworldly. It was magnificent. “So this is the Heart of the Abyss. It’s beautiful. No wonder it’s selling for such a high price!” He commented as he walked over and observed it. “Hey! Who are you? Who told you that you could just waltz in here? Don’t you dare get close to the Abyss!”

The water here was completely clear of debris, illuminated by an blinding, terrifying blue light. Cord pulled the levers back, slowing the Bell to a hovering halt. My breath hitched in my throat. In the dead center of the plaza sat the engine of the Abyssal Tide. It wasn't a creature. It was a machine. But it wasn't built of iron or steam. It was an inverted Deep Node, constructed entirely of hyper-compressed, absolute-zero ice and dark abyssal rock.

"Mister, your legs have remained mobile for quite some time. It may cause muscular dystrophy. You need to have a massage every day." Larissa started off by massaging Ambrose's legs. After warming up, she took out the specially crafted long needles from her bag. "I had these needles custom-made, but I still find that it's lacking something. However, they're already made by the best craftsman in Ambrollum City. When we go to Jaedornia in the future, I'll find someone else to make them."