The Abyss That Surrounds Us Novels & Stories

When you look at her deep, mysterious brown eyes, no matter how saddened you're with this fantasy, a sudden feeling of calmness takes over you. She doesn't talk a lot or give any information. She just run around, leading me into some unknown place. But everything I see is not real, and I'm aware of that. Which is a good thing according to Dr. Prynne, my psychologist. She said everything I hear, see, touch and smell isn't real. Sometimes, I can hear a baby crying, and it's the most terrifying sound for me.

A sob broke through my chest, sharp and helpless. “Please…” I whispered into the empty room, my voice cracking in the silence. I run to the window and throw it open. Cold air rushes in. And that’s when I see it. Endless trees. No houses or cars. Just forest swallowing the horizon. My breath leaves me in a broken sob. I’m not in Paris. I’m not even near civilization. I slide down against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. And for the first time since this began…

The door is open and with almost a child's giggling she pulls me inside. We climb, what at this point looks to be an endless staircase and finally we reach our final destination. I stare at the blue infinity in front of us and sigh. In the distance I see boats, ships and whatsoever and compared to the abyssals they're swimming through, they look as tiny as ants. I wonder what lives below the surface. I feel Abigail walking next to me and from the corner of my eye, I see her leaning on the rusted railing. "Are you sure it's fine to be here?"

“We go together. No one breaks rhythm. Whatever they show us, we face it as one.” The hum surged, swallowing the rooftop, swallowing the city. Shadows bent inward, reflections collapsed, sound folded into silence. The circle of resonance opened beneath us—an abyss of lightless depth. And then we stepped through. --- It was not falling. It was dissolving. The city unraveled around us, the streets pulling apart like threads, the buildings collapsing into mirrored fragments that drifted weightlessly. The heartbeat of the city became a tidal wave, pulling us deeper into its rhythm. And there, within the abyss, something moved.

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 Geography of the Abyss Outside the six-inch-thick reinforced quartz porthole, the Atlantic was a "Null State" of absolute black. This was the "Dead-Zone" of the planet—a place where the "Common Ledger" had never reached, and where the "Gilded Cage" was crushed by the sheer "Absolute" weight of the water.

"It’s going to be a disaster. And I can’t wait to see it." The last thing he felt was the cool breeze of the real night drifting down into the wreckage, smelling not of ozone, but of damp concrete and possibility. The Abyss had tried to consume them, but the Abyss had no heart, and that—Anji decided just before sleep claimed him—was its one and only flaw.

“You’ve been outside before.” He nodded. “Before they called it outside.” I pushed to my feet, unsteady. “Where is this?” He glanced up at the racing clouds. “The boundary,” he said. “Where the first law bled into the world and nobody bothered to clean it up.” I swallowed. “Can they reach me here?” His mouth curved into something that wasn’t a smile. “Eventually.” The word hit like a clock starting. I hugged myself against the cold. “My mother—”

A large amount of maggots had hatched from the eggs, and they could be seen writhing over the corpse. The complexion on my face had turned dark due to asphyxiation. After so many days of decomposition, it was impossible to tell that the corpse was me. Suddenly, I panicked. I did not want my brothers to see my body, which was in such a horrid state. I quickly moved to block their path. At the very least, I wanted to preserve my dignity in death. Unfortunately, my efforts were for naught. Ian's face turned pale. As an uncomfortable silence fell over the room, he took a step backward anxiously. His lips trembled uncontrollably. "What… What is that thing?"

It was like staring into the abyss, and the abyss was staring back. The others—Kael, and Sophia—were somewhere behind us, but I couldn’t focus on them. All I could see was the deity, towering over us, a force of nature that was growing stronger with every second. Its presence was like a storm, unraveling the world around it. The tomb wasn’t just collapsing; the very earth seemed to quake in response to the deity’s awakening.