The Abyss Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Martha’s voice reached her from afar, sounding as if it were coming from deep underwater. ​Evelyn tried to take a single step forward, but at that exact moment, she felt something warm leaking and trickling down her legs... making her heart stop beating even before her body did. ​Her eyes drifted slowly down toward the white marble floor, watching dark, red drops paint the end of her rosy dreams. ​"No... no... please..." she whispered faintly, like a final gasp. ​Her feet could no longer support her. She collapsed to the floor, surrendering to everything amidst the clatter of plates and the panicked screams that erupted around her, leaving behind a piece of her soul bleeding out on the cold

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

Gabriella. FLAMES! That was all I could see right at this very moment. Everything around me spun around in 360° and my heart felt like it was just about to jump right out of my body. "Excuse me Sir, what's happening? How did this happen?" I could hear Liam faintly asking the people around but right after that, my eardrums started to feel like they were burning from the inside. I could neither hear or see anything aside from the terrible fire that the firefighters were trying so hard to put out.

And the new door opened— revealing a vast chamber beyond it filled with bowls of black water… and in the center, a throne made of ash. Empty. Waiting. For me. The seam’s voice purred in my bones: “SIT.”

“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.

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."

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.

I haven’t been able to hold back my emotions since yesterday. I've been a mess since this whole Abyss thing has started. It started out slow, with just a few pockets here and there of dark veined roots. Earth that wasn't quite healthy. Then the animals started dying. Then a whole town was gobbled up into darkness, with only one survivor. But whatever this is, it's been growing.

he said carefully, “we don’t have to face this alone.” But that was the problem, wasn’t it? This wasn’t their fight. It was hers. A weight pressed against her chest, heavier than before. “I have to end this.” Aedric frowned. “How?” Lillian hesitated. That was the one answer she didn’t have. The Call of the Abyss The ground trembled beneath them. A deep, pulsing hum resonated through the chamber, low and ancient, like the heartbeat of something waking after centuries of slumber.

The abyss devours them as we speak. A flick of her wrist, and the void ripples. An image forms: Ryland slumped against a crumbling monolith, his breath shallow. The twins huddle nearby, their hands clasped, light and shadow sputtering weakly around them. The ground beneath them fractures, tendrils of the abyss licking at their heels. “Stop it,” you whisper. ***You stopped nothing***, she laughs. ***You only delayed the inevitable. But I am generous. I’ll offer you a trade.***