Stare Into The Abyss Novels & Stories

Rather I accept my fate, knowing that my time is up. Ready to succumb to my fate, I lower my head to the ground, no longer trying to keep it up. I can hear the steady rhythm of my heartbeat, as it begins to slow. I can hear the pounding of my chest echoing on the tile. Which is when it dawns on me. There's no way it could be my heart. It's far too powerful for it to be my heart.

“You have carried hope. But here… there is no light. No hope. Here, there is only trust.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry as dust. “What do you want from me?” “ I want you to leap,” the Spirit of the Abyss replied. “ I want you to step into nothing, believing you will not be consumed.” The pit yawned wider in my imagination. It felt endless and merciless. My chest tightened at the thought of falling forever, spinning into darkness, and stripped of all I was. I had faced storms, fire, illusions, and betrayal but this… this was different. This was surrender.

“It’s the Abyss—opening for us, for the trinity, for her.” The spire pulsed, the runes flaring, and the sand parted, not a gate but a path, glowing black, leading down, not desert but void, the chaos beyond, the Veil’s edge, the Abyss’s heart, its shades waiting, their hum a chant, not judgment but truth: lock, spark, flame, void, choose or be chosen. The bond burned, Lucian’s voice, "we’re with you," his hand tight, Lyra’s shard warm, Mara’s nod, Killian’s shaky grin, and I stepped forward, the dagger raised, the mark screaming, the path glowing, the Abyss calling.

Her assailant chasing her was taken down instantly. She had collapsed on the pavement, her shirt torn, her eye closed from swelling, blood streaking down her face. The rest came like zombies or a plague. Soon, fires erupted, broken glass shattered into the street, and cars swerving past each other in an attempt to flee. Domenico had brought hell to the city, unleashing his demons on the bystanders and reveling in their pain.

“And I don’t know if I want it gone.” Neither of them answers. The silence stretches long, heavy. I stare out at the abyss beyond the glass, but now—now I don’t feel quite so small staring into it. The abyss stares back, hungry, waiting. And for the first time, I think I might be hungry too.

With a command that echoed through every soul in the abyss. "COME TO ME, MY SON."

What if I’m the one who breaks rhythm? Ian grunted, eyes widening as his reflection warped across a shattered mirror. Dozens of Ians grinned back—some triumphant, some broken, some bleeding out in alleys where his recklessness had finally caught up. *You’ll laugh until it kills you. You’ll throw yourself into the abyss because you think you can beat it, and the abyss will laugh last.* Vera trembled as the abyss bent into her, showing her city streets overgrown with silence, libraries burning to ash, friends’ faces dissolving into nothingness. *You were never enough to save them. You’re just the witness. The one who remembers failure.*

Unbearable heat sweeps up on my back but I tolerate it. The cupboard shakes and I hear Zion grunt. Another moment, the cupboard slides back with such speed that it slams harshly against the nightstand. “Elysia!” I hear Zion but my knees have already given up. I land on my knees, holding my baby tightly as it becomes hard to breathe. Zion's worry-filled voice is distorted as I slip away, and everything turns black.

More lightening struck the temple, pillars fell, more and more cracks on the wall, the raining started falling down heavily, drenching my body, I struggled to keep my eyes open but I was too weak, the last figure I saw before I let myself fall into the Abyss was—. Naria.

"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."