Mine In Abyss Novels & Stories

"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."

Chapter 73: The Abyssal Breach The Abyssal Vault was never designed for an external attack. It was built to withstand the weight of the ocean, not the focused, vengeful data of the woman who had helped build its foundations. Four miles above, the deep-sea rig hummed with the launch of a singular, needle-shaped submersible. It wasn't a vessel for passengers; it was a Kinetic Delivery Vehicle. Inside, Jade sat in a crash couch, her silver-white eyes closed as she remotely "dismantled" the ocean.

she giggled, "not really talking. The guy can't string two words together." Abbey giggled despite herself. She turned, looked over her shoulder—telling herself she was having another look at Lucy's gorilla. But her eyes were drawn only to Damien, who stood semi-naked, dripping wet, and staring after her.

Panic crushes my lungs. And then—he appears. The faceless man. Not to save me. To claim me. He's there in the chaos, part of it, his presence heavier than the storm. His hands pin mine, not cruel, but unyielding. His mouth is at my ear, his voice a low growl I can't quite make out, though the meaning is clear: you're mine now.

[The Abyssal Contract] The spray from the Atlantic tasted like iron and failure. Jinyan knelt in the ruins of his life, his hands pressed into the jagged basalt until the rock bit back. He didn’t feel the pain. He didn't even feel the wind that was trying to howl the skin off his bones. He only felt the silence where Grace’s heartbeat used to be. The "Source" was gone. The lighthouse was dark. And Panni—the woman who had taught a shark how to breathe—was dying in the dirt.

POV DARLENE The Abyss was no longer just a hole in the earth; it was a rhythmic, breathing lung of the planet that exhaled the concentrated sorrow of nineteen generations. As Eryx and I stood at the jagged edge of the rift, the Black-Emerald light rising from the depths didn't just illuminate the ruins of the North—it "translated" them into a landscape of obsidian and grief. The black butterflies that had carried Hope away were everywhere now, their wings beating with the sound of a thousand whispered apologies that were never sent.

Cassian says as the automatic lights flicker on, illuminating rows of pristine, special-edition cars. “Yeah, he’s obsessed with cars,” I mutter, flipping off a few of the lights so we won't be as noticeable if anyone happens to come looking for us. The dim light now casts a quiet feel to everything around us. “He hides a bottle of vintage bourbon somewhere here, want to go into his stash?” I ask my voice was low, seductive. Not a tone I usually used to describe alcohol, or at any other time. Cassian nodded and a slow smile spread on his face. “I can’t wait to get a taste.”

“Then talk.” He gulped and I let out a sigh, seeing that action as him swallowing his courage. “The abandoned mine… north of the frost line. The one with the natural magnetic pit. He’s using it to amplify his aura. He said… he said he’ll finish everything tonight.” The words took out the breath from my chest. An abandoned mine. Natural magnetic field. Amplified darkness. That was bad, worse than anything I and Zane had ever predicted. And then, just like that, I tightened my claws around his throat, slitting it in a single swift motion.

It was deep and dark, and Maya could feel a malevolent presence lurking within its depths. "What is this place?" Maya asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is the Abyss of Shadows," Aria replied, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light. "It is a place of great darkness and power, where the very fabric of reality is torn apart." Arin nodded, his face set with determination. "We must cross it," he said. "The earth is calling to us, summoning us to the other side." Maya felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed out into the chasm. She knew that crossing it would be a perilous journey, but she also knew that she had no choice.

"Let us sit here, my dear! At this corner, we could clearly see the dragons' eyes gazing at us. What a great idea to have a fountain at the middle of the room with dragons spewing water! You don't only enjoy your food but the sight as well. My friend is really a genius, don't you think?" Amelia kept on chattering about her friend, the beautiful fountain, and how the architectural plan helped the restaurant to become a popular hang-out for rich people like them. Her daughter, on the other hand, was not listening, she was focusing on the left side where they sit, on someone she remembered she met before. He was alone and eating quietly. Imman noticed her, smiled, and went back to his food. He