Nietzsche Abyss Novels & Stories

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.”

"Please lower your voice, Christian, you're frightening my son! Wait a while until he calms down. I have no idea that you are after my uncle's money and you have no good intention towards me..." The businessman sneered at her and abused her with words that she had never heard before from the lawyer. "You know bit*ch, if not for my ambition to become the chairman of your uncle's company, I will not even come to your house and agree to his proposal to marry you. On second thought, you are very pretty and sexy even though you just gave birth to that baby of yours, why not have you as my slave, huh? You will enjoy every minute of the time we'll spend on the bed together, I assure you! One last t

I whispered, thinking of Gio’s icy stares, his clipped commands, the way he’d dismiss an entire team’s input with one arched brow. “Hello?” His deep voice sliced through the speaker. My heart slammed into my ribs. “Hello… sir. “Um..how long have you been listening?” “Since ‘How to spot a narcissistic boss,’” he replied, voice flat, dangerous. I froze, phone clutched like it might explode. “Uh… that’s just… a random video I clicked on. For… research?” A long, loaded pause. Then, “Lack of effort?” My mouth went dry. “I mean..not exactly-”

I lower my eyes, looking at the murky water surrounding me, then I raise my gaze to his. — It's an abyss. My voice is hoarse, worn. — An abyss where I fall endlessly. For a moment, I drown in shame, in terror. I hate myself. I hate you. I pause, searching for my words deep within myself. — And the next moment… the next moment, it’s as if all the noise of the world stops. As if I am nothing but a sensation. A pulse. Pain, pleasure, fear… all blend and become… pure. I no longer think. I no longer have to decide. I am nothing but a body that feels. And in this abyss… there is a form of peace. A horrible and magnificent peace.

I wasn't going to continue being a liability to her anymore. After the funeral, Victoria brought my ashes back to the empty apartment. She placed the urn on a shelf in the living room and stared at it for a long time. At this point, she was left alone. She finally couldn't hold it in anymore and sank to the ground on her knees, sobbing and crying in regret. "I'm sorry, Jo… I hate myself… I hate myself for being so cruel to you and leaving you at a place like that… I've done something so horrible that I don't even deserve to live anymore…"

As if he fell into an endless abyss looking at immense red rivers of blood and screams of pain, he saw the masterful wave of suffering and the voice that came to meet him. He was touching him and holding him like an immense shadow of a distorted cloud, it whispered in his face, screamed in his heart and roared the speech he himself feared. Abandoned in the middle of the endless red desert on a huge pedestal and falling into a mouth, a cave, an endless abyss. In what would be the dark void of an immensity spreading screams of madness and suffering, he saw himself in the arid midst of the abyss of madness. There, there were heads screaming and moaning he saw himself running on a trail that sme

Lilith's POV Standing up I will the images away as I once again panic. Abyss said this was gift I hadn’t known of, that I hadn’t exercised it. Which means I can control it, I can escape it… But even so as I walk around in circles surely burning footprints in the ground whilst willing myself to wake in my human body, nothing happens as I want it to. Why am I here, trapped in this weird place that I haven’t a name for?

“That’s… a terrible fate.” “Yes,” he agreed. “But it happens. Especially during wars with demons. When we fall, we vanish. But when demons are killed they’re cast into the Abyss, a bottomless pit of eternal descent, surrounded by darkness, never touching ground, never finding rest. I’m not sure which fate is worse.” I drew in a shaky breath. “I used to think gods were almighty and untouchable. But it seems even divinity comes with pain and rules.” Zevarion looked at me with eyes that held centuries of sorrow. “Power doesn’t make you immune to loss. Sometimes, it makes it worse.”

"What do you mean by that?" "Phil, the danger is coming. Inhabitants of the abyss could not manifest inside the real world, they would vanish in a puff of smoke mere seconds after they exit the abyss, even the plains of sleep reject their presence and they only thrive inside the abyss. I knew something was wrong when you encountered the nightmare origin inside Annie's nightmare. It was only affected by the miasma from the twilight zone, but the strength of that nightmare origin could be classified as a lower-middle-class in terms of its standing in the abyss after it transformed."

sighed the woman, she seemed to be about to cry. Abyss felt pity for her, whoever she was, she was very sad, and could sense her emotions. "You're so considerate… Don't worry, I am fine… Please, take care of him, I implore of you…" Abyss didn't really know what was happening, but she accepted, she didn't have any other choice anyway. Suddenly, Abyss was absorbed by a strange wormhole, as her little soul flew through the endless Grand Cosmos, crossing through space and time…