The Abyss That Surrounds Us Novels & Stories

"I don't deserve to live anymore. I should have just died with you." "No, you can't!" I said firmly, with a shake of my head. "You must continue living on! You have to live well on my behalf, too! "I really wish that you'd be able to find your happiness, Vicky…" Just then, the ambulance sirens got louder, and Victoria's soul began to fade. "Jo! Don't leave me!" she exclaimed, grabbing me tightly. "Don't leave me, please! Don't go!" I smiled lightly at her as my soul slowly disappeared into specks of light. This time, I felt the force that had been imprisoning my soul all along finally vanishing in silence.

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…

And now, standing on the precipice, we were about to take the ultimate leap of faith. The abyss symbolized more than just a physical barrier. It represented the culmination of all our fears and doubts, the culmination of the forces that sought to tear us apart. It was a threshold we had to cross to unveil the truth, to confront our enemies, and to pave the way for a brighter future. With steady determination, we stepped forward, our footfalls echoing in the cavernous darkness. The ground beneath us felt treacherous, as if it could crumble beneath our weight at any moment. But we pressed on, fueled by the fire of our love and the desire for justice.

She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother. At the very least, I can now say that I live in peace. *** I was alone on the rooftop. No one ever wanted to be friends with me, as usual. I consider that ghosts are the only companions I have. "Uwah, Kizuna Ai is adorable!" I murmured something to myself, and it wasn't long before the stream began to play on its own. However, a random video appeared in the stream. "Huh?" Surprisingly, the stream changed.

The Abyss was no longer a distant threat; it was our next destination. The journey to the Abyss was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The shard guided us, its light cutting through the oppressive darkness. The world around us seemed to blur and twist, as if reality itself was unraveling. Finally, we reached the threshold—a jagged chasm that seemed to stretch infinitely into the void. The air was heavy with the scent of sulfur and the sound of whispers, faint and insidious. “This is it,” I said, gripping the shard tightly. Kaela drew her daggers, her expression grim. “No turning back now.”

Fish scattered into shadows like ghosts, their silver bodies twitching with panic. The abyss, once his sanctuary, his secret refuge, pressed inward. Its pressure was no longer embrace but suffocation. The weight of leagues bore down, hostile, crushing. He felt the floor of the ocean tremble. Heard a deep groan emanate from its core. The abyss was breaking.

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 wind howled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of foreboding that was hard to shake. Olivia stood alone in the clearing, the echo of her mother’s words still ringing in her ears. The world around her seemed to close in, the weight of the forest pressing down on her shoulders. The abyss wasn’t just a force—it was a part of her, inescapable, undeniable. And Elysia’s words had stirred something deep within her, something she had tried so hard to suppress.

This was the Abyss. The path ended sooner than I expected. My foot slid against gravel and pebbles skittered down, bouncing into emptiness. I crouched, stretching my hand outward, and felt nothing but air. My stomach knotted as I realized I was standing at the lip of a pit so vast I couldn’t measure it. My ears strained, but no echo returned. That was worse than hearing it. It was the proof of a bottomless hunger, a place where sound itself was swallowed whole. And then the eyes appeared.

The black water outside suddenly rushed past us, and with a heavy, sickening thud that shook the entire cabin, we touched down on the bottom of the Mariana Trench. I routed the remaining power to the forward high-beams, illuminating the abyss. Nobody spoke. The breath caught in my throat. We weren't sitting in an empty trench of sand and rock. We had landed on the outskirts of an underwater metropolis that defied human comprehension. Abyssal-One didn't look like the pristine, floating sphere of Neo-Angeles. It was a sprawling, jagged nightmare of hyper-dense, pressurized black iron, covering miles of the trench floor. It was illuminated by millions of glowing, sickly green sub-ether veins th