Made In Abyss The Abyss Novels & Stories

"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

“A choice only you can make…. Are you ready?” I still had so many questions in my mind. Like, what is the place called the Abyss? What choice did I have to make, and why was I given such a chance? And maybe a lot more, but I could not say anything. Maybe I was too shocked. Or maybe not. Maybe I was just overwhelmed. “Are you ready to hear the options you are going to select from?”

Zayn dragged himself upright, his bloodfire guttering, smoke rising from the burns along his arms and chest. His knees buckled, but he forced himself steady, his blade trembling in his grip. His voice was hoarse, stripped down to the bone. “That’s not the crown.” Adrien didn’t take his eyes off the void claw tearing its way higher, ripping the cavern open wider with every pull. “Then what the hell is it?” “The abyss itself,” Zayn rasped. “The one the crown was made to serve.” A second hand shot upward, slamming into the ground and pulling. The cavern split further, stone walls tearing open like fabric.

He asks and I nod without opening my eyes. "What do you see around you?" he continues. "There are mountains. I am in a cabin, filled with books and warm beverages and good food. I am in comfortable clothes and it rains a lot," I say completely immersed in my fantasy. "Then, that's where you go," he says and I open my eyes.

"Today, I figured out the guard rotation for the VIP suites." "The Abyss isn't a playground. It's a mass grave for the wretched." The camera cut to me sitting by the body disposal pit behind The Abyss. There were so many boys thrown in here just like me. I paused, giving the camera a pale, exhausted smile. "Hey, Vivienne. Long time no see." "I don't know if I'll be dead by the time you see this." "But... I hope even if I die, my body won't be left here to rot in the mud like the rest of them."

killed me? Fuck this. I cannot allow myself to sit here and spiral into a dark hole of self pity. I sit up and swing my legs over the bed in one swoop. I pad over to my wardrobe and grab my running gear that I was so graciously gifted to me from this shit ass school. A black sports bra with matching black leggings. Simple, yet effective.

The battlefield fell into stunned silence. The monstrous body that had once belonged to Lucien collapsed to its knees, empty and lifeless. The darkness had abandoned its vessel. Now it stood on its own. The true Abyss. It had no face. No eyes. Only an endless mouth stretching across its head, filled with rows of crimson fire that shifted like living teeth. Its body was formed from pure darkness, taller than mountains, broader than kingdoms. Every movement caused the sky to crack, as if the world itself could no longer contain its existence.

Lucas marvels from behind me, his eyes glaze over and he grins instantly making me jealous because I know full well Abyss is mind-linking him at this very moment and even though I know that is the only way she can communicate in her form I hate that I don't know what is being said between the two of them. "Your eyes suit you Abyss," Lucas tells her aloud probably for my benefit before dropping his pants leaving him stark naked, cock and balls on full show as he runs towards Abyss before flinging himself in the sky shifting mid-jump like the fucking show off he is. He lands not far from the tree line with a loud thud as he lands on all fours. 'Coming?' Abyss asks me with her tail waggling far

Halfway through, my head started throbbing sharp and sudden, like someone had driven a spike behind my eyes. I winced, pressing my palm to my temple. Gio noticed immediately. “You okay?” “Just a headache,” I murmured. “It’ll pass.” But it didn’t. The room tilted. The movie sound warped, distant. Then the first flash came hot, blinding. I saw fire everywhere. Orange tongues licking the walls. Smoke so thick it burned my throat. A woman’s voice..frantic, familiarcut through the roar. “Isabelle…run!”

He collected the reports and slowly read a few of my reports and hypothesis about this infection that is consuming the human mind. “What would you like to call this infection?” Azreal asked as I shrugged. “I don’t know, Rogue?” I asked as he raised a brow. “Abyss, we should call it Abyss.” Azreal said as I stared at him. “Why such a boring name? It could be vargo or Marré but Abyss…” “That is the only word I can use to express their pain. It’s deep, hollow and cold with nothing but voices echoing in their minds, forcing them to be someone they are not.”