The Abyss Book Novels & Stories

The abyss called to me, promising pleasure but hiding pain within its depths. I could feel Nina’s pull growing stronger, and as much as I wanted to resist, my heart yearned to dive deeper into her twisted love. And so, I stood there, bound by desire, caught in a web of darkness that threatened to consume us both. I could either fight against it, risking everything to escape, or embrace the seductive abyss and surrender to the madness that beckoned me ever closer. 6 ELIAS The air in the asylum felt thick with anticipation, heavy like the weight of a dark secret just waiting to be uncovered.

Darkness. Then whispers. Low, hushed voices stirred through the silence, threading through my mind like an eerie melody. My body felt heavy, limbs weighed down as if the air itself was pressing against me. The bed beneath me was familiar—his bed. I blinked, my vision hazy, the room tilting in and out of focus. "She almost fell into the trap." "You should tell her sooner or later…" That voice. My pulse spiked as fragments of memory slammed into me all at once. The library. The whispers. That desperate plea for help. And then—Abaddon.

We stared at each other for goddess knows how long before I shakily reached out and touched the wings of the phoenix. I was shocked yet again when my hand entered it's body and though it didn't touch it's solid body, it submerged in it. It felt like hot lava yet I didn't burn. The tingles that raked through my body had my mind in a jumbled mess. What in this world was going on? My day just started and I have been freaked out enough to last me a lifetime.

Abby screams as both marten and Helen collapse on the ground, marten was already dead but Helen gasps, grabbing her throat as she looks to Abby who drops the knife, catching her shock in her hands and taking a step back as her eyes water, she shakes her head as her body starts to tremble “It’s not your fault” “Mmmmm—mummy”

Are starting to see visions we shouldn’t be. I confirm as much when we speak privately through mind-link. Lilith has already shifted and left us standing on the deck behind her. I had watched mesmerised as her white fur swayed as Abyss shook her fur out. The very tips a purple much like her eyes, but only as the light hit her fur in the right angle. Abyss doesn’t hesitate to jump into the water, swimming inside as if a wolf belonged inside the water and then she disappears behind the waterfall. My heart palpitates in panic even though I can hear that she’s fine.

She felt a pair of warm hands carry her back. ‘He is your husband; try to remember everything before it’s too late.’ Even in her fading consciousness, that word still bothered the hell out of her. Her soul or maybe her mind wander somewhere beyond the realm of the living. She walked into the abyss. The more steps she takes, the more light she sees and the more visible the sound is.

Apocalypse “Ugh.” I sighed, feeling nauseated of all the flower gardens this place has and sick of hearing those filthy birds sing all day. Scowling, I walked toward the edge of the forest. Feeling the cold air made me wish for more despair in it. It already felt like a heavy burden. I need the chaos to spread, to create destruction. Only then will the madness give me some rest. It’s getting harder to control. As soon as the thought passed through my head, it throbbed. Massaging my temples, I walked past the tree edge and entered the forest.

Koran murmured, his pace a frantic stride, "We’re going to the Abyssal Well, it’s the only place thick enough to drown a sun." We descended into the roots of the mountain, spiraling down until the air smelled of ancient stone and the metallic tang of the earth's blood, in the center of a lightless chamber lay a pool of liquid so black it seemed to be a hole in reality, it didn't ripple,it simply existed. "The Grounding," Koran said. "Stay with me, Vesper."

The moment her skin touched it— The world fractured. She was no longer in the chamber. She was underwater. Not drowning. Not sinking. Simply there. Above her, faint sunlight shimmered far beyond reach. Below her, an endless abyss. And in that abyss— Movement. The Drowned One coiled in the dark, vast beyond measure, its body disappearing into trenches deeper than mountains are tall. Its eye opened, locking onto her with ancient recognition. But it was not alone. Beneath even it— Something else.

The air at the rim of the Abyssal Cradle did not scream; it hummed with a low, bone-deep resonance that vibrated through the marrow of every living soul. Standing at the edge of the sheer basalt precipice, Kira looked down into the rift. Below them lay no earth, no stone, no water—only a vast, swirling vortex of absolute darkness streaked with violent veins of raw, uncontained crimson ley-fire. Reality at the perimeter felt paper-thin and fraying at the edges. Time moved erratically here; falling snowflakes froze mid-air, hovering like suspended glass shards before suddenly shattering into clouds of cold black dust.