The Abyss Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

A huge hourglass more than 11ft tall stood gallantly at the center of the land, the sand at the top was still more than half filled so I guessed I still had time before the gate closes and locked me in. I looked around trying to locate where the abyss might be located. “What even is an abyss?” I asked to no one in particular as I made my way to look for clues. Adrian had told me I would be required to cross the river before being able to bring Lucius back, but in truth, I only needed to remain on the boat and to drop Lucius' hair which I held tightly in my palms into the abyss to allow Lucius locate me. Once the dead comes in contact with the living, the guardians wouldn't have control over

The thumping sound started in my ears as my mouth got drier, looking at her neck it's like I could see the blood moving through her veins causing me to take in a deep breath and look away. "What's wrong with me?" I ask in a whisper. "You triggered your section in the woods last night" Vera said gripping my chin and forcing me to look down at her. "But I don't think its the only one, you have signs of other sections living in you" she said causing my breathing to get heavy. "How the fuck would that even be possible" I ask and she lets out a sigh. "In the past there was said to be a few hybrids, but if any were around they were slaughtered" she said causing me to gasp.

I have failed before. Now, I promise; No matter what happens. I will always protect you. Henri. ------------------------------------------- March 22, 2300 | New Moon | Illumination: 0% The quest of missing a two-headed bracelet. -------------------------------------------- 'Canto XXXIV.' When he opened his eyes, the word 'Canto XXXIV.' appeared. He was lying on the floor of the pool. He can hear a commotion from the people around. In his still blurry vision, he saw a boy diving in the pool. He wanted to withdraw from water, but his body was still frozen.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

The way she spoke, the urgency in her tone, made his heart race. As he entered his home, the world outside faded into a blur. The living room, once filled with warmth and love, felt cold and empty. Shadows loomed larger than life, and the walls seemed to close in on him. He saw his aunt sitting on the couch, her hands clasped tightly as if to contain the grief that threatened to spill over. “Alex,” she said, her voice cracking. “There’s been an accident…” The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Time stood still as reality crashed down upon him like a relentless wave. He felt as if he were drowning, gasping for air, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the truth that

Ava's POV The first thing I felt was weight. Not the kind that pressed on my chest from nightmares, but a heavy stillness that seemed to stretch through my bones and muscles, like I had been asleep for years. My eyelids fought against the faint stream of sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but when I finally managed to open them, the room swam into focus. I was in my bed. My room. The familiar carved headboard above me, the heavy quilt drawn to my waist, the scent of lavender candles long burned out. My breath came shallow, weak, as if I had only just clawed my way back from drowning.