Made In Abyss The Abyss Novels & Stories

What Abyss? This was the first time she had heard of these things. She looked at the three men before her, finding them all very mysterious. "I'll explain," said Arthur, pulling a small piece of tattered cloth from his inner pocket and placing it on the desk. It had some markings on it. "The Abyss is the name of a demonic sea region. We know of its existence, but it's too dangerous. No one from recent generations has ventured there. This scrap of cloth is part of a complete sea map."

"Of course I want to be pregnant! My last group of Abyss all let me down." I watch as he breasts bounce near my face and all I wanna do is suck on her nipples. The thought of having her tight buds in my mouth has me growing harder somehow. I reach up and take one in my hand and rub the bud with my thumb. I can feel her shudder at my touch. "Yes, baby! Just like that!" she pants as she moves her hips faster. "Abyss?" I'm confused. What do the Abyss have to do with anything. How does she even know about the Abyss? None of this is making any sense to me.

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

"You don't think destroying me is enough? You even tried to destroy everyone around me? What have I ever done to wrong you, Jordan Hurley? Why do you always torture and torment me like this?" I curled up on the ground, letting her take it all out on me. I shook and shivered from head to toe, but what hurt the most was still my heart. In the end, Victoria seemed to have exhausted herself and stood back up to call someone to drag me away. They brought me back and threw me into the dark, musty basement. The iron door was shut with a loud clang, and my entire world plunged into darkness. The wounds on my body stung very badly, and I curled up in a corner, shivering in the dark.

The Abyss was no longer a distant threat; it was our next destination. The journey to the Abyss was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The shard guided us, its light cutting through the oppressive darkness. The world around us seemed to blur and twist, as if reality itself was unraveling. Finally, we reached the threshold—a jagged chasm that seemed to stretch infinitely into the void. The air was heavy with the scent of sulfur and the sound of whispers, faint and insidious. “This is it,” I said, gripping the shard tightly. Kaela drew her daggers, her expression grim. “No turning back now.”

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

Now, it's me against the virility and cruelty of the world. "You think we don't know what you are?" "What do you mean by that?" My gaze snapped to the other tall guy surprised by what they said. "You're from the Abyss, we know it. You, people, have wreaked a lot of havoc and killing one of you will make us feel better, bitch." He flashed his braces. It is the last thing I expected to hear especially after hiding for months. "An Abyss bitch!" A hand slapped across me, I shoved my baby closer to me stepping backwards. Thinking I have the situation under control.

“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.

But the water didn't crash and fall; the localized gravity-well kept it flowing upward, pinning a rushing river of seawater directly against the glass of the Ark. "Look!" Sienna’s voice screamed over the comms from the lower decks. Through the roaring, inverted waterfalls pinning the city, shadows were moving. They weren't the slow, heavily armored Trench-Walkers. They were Abyssal-Strikers. Sleek, fluid-dynamic cybernetic assassins, armored in hydro-slick black carbon-fiber. They didn't carry heavy acoustic cannons; they carried high-frequency harmonic blades that vibrated fast enough to part water and durasteel alike.

“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.”