When You Gaze Into The Abyss Novels & Stories

The night is still young, the stars are just starting to show themselves in a cloudless but cold evening, reminding the people who are out for a walk or for dining or just roaming around that in the morning, the rain came and washes away the dust accumulated by the pollution which is the product of human's uncaring for the environment. Even Cassandra noticed how beautiful the night stars are and asked Imman to look out of the window to see the scenery. She was surprised when the lawyer recounted the night when he was seven years old and saw the twinkling stars above his head. "It was a beautiful evening way back then, Cass! It was cold and cloudless but I have never forgotten that night - th

Once, I stood on its highest spire and promised the stars I’d never come back. Promises. What fragile little lies. The ground trembles beneath me—not from my weight, but from what moves inside me. The Abyss didn’t just give back what I buried. It gave more. Too much. Every heartbeat now is a drumbeat of war, pulsing with power that hums in my teeth, my bones, my blood. The sky listens. The dead listen. And somewhere, far beyond, the gods flinch. You feel it, don’t you? The voice is softer now, no longer the roar of a storm but the hiss of silk over steel.

I whispered, the word a cold weight in my chest. "The Abyss," the Chronicler confirmed. "But remember... when you stare into the void, the void is already staring into you. And your ex-mate? He’s not just waiting for you in the dark. He’s building a nursery out of your nightmares."

He was beginning to face his fears and, like Friedrich Nietzsche had said,“If you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you” ******************************************************** Aurora’s POV How I got here, this time and period at this particular moment in the universe is still a mystery to me and myself. I still don’t want to believe that I’m standing in front of my father's door, waiting for Sebastian or, should I say, Eric to pick me up.

Babi pov I went in to change but I wanted to take a shower so I headed towards the washroom. Maybe it was because of tequila I wasn’t feeling a little bit dizzy. I felt like I was walking on a tight-fitted rope. My mind was under full control but my body was on its own. It wasn’t working as it planned. I saw soap lying on the floor and I panicked like hell. It was already really hard to walk straight, and as soon as I saw soap, in an attempt to dodge it I fell on the floor really badly.

He finishes with an accusing glare. I don’t know how, but somehow I feel like I should apologize for not dying permanently. Dazed beyond belief, I shake my head in denial, even though, inside, I know that what he is telling me is true. And if that is the case, then this deep, intense, emotional need that I feel for Azazel also makes sense. My throat clogs with horror as his eyes darken into molten pools of ebony. I feel like I am looking into a bottomless pit of nothingness. My vision hazes as I am pulled into the never-ending desolation of nonexistence in his eyes. It’s a feeling I’m being sucked into the waves of a dark, dismal bottomless ocean, and I can’t breathe.

" Moments later, flames began licking every corner of the sty. The pigs were startled and began squealing and trampling over one another in panic, trying to escape. The fire spread quickly, and I felt the painful burns on my skin. The heavy smoke was also stinging my eyes and making me choke. I wanted to run, but I was still chained up, and there was nowhere I could go. Was I finally going to die this time? But maybe it was for the best. The pig sty began to collapse, its support beams falling, and I looked at the blue sky outside the tiny window. I remembered how Victoria looked in her wedding dress.

“I didn’t take those souls because I wanted to. I swear it. I needed strength. Just enough to protect myself. That place breaks you if you’re weak.” She looked up at him, eyes filled with fear. “I’ll serve you. I’ll work for you. Stay by your side. Anything. Just don't send me back, have mercy on me.” Asher said nothing. The silence pressed down hard, stretching longer than she could stand. Her breathing grew shallow. Then he spoke. “The Abyss,” he said slowly. “Where is it?” Her body went still. “Far,” she said. “Across the seas. Beyond places humans sail. Very far.”

He felt as though he's staring right into his soul and all he could see was pitch black; if Andy could fall into the abyss of his father's soul, he'll keep on falling forever without reaching the bottom of it. As Andy stood there, staring into his father's eyes, he felt as though he was falling into a dark and endless abyss. The longer he looked, the deeper he fell, and the colder he felt. It was as if he was being swallowed up by the darkness, and he couldn't find his way out — Andy was quick to snap out of his thought.

Xavier*** The winds howl around us, their mournful cries carrying the cold scent of decay, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone in the air. The meadow that once felt like home trembles beneath the weight of something dark, something ancient returning. The earth cracks beneath our feet, the soil splitting as if it, too, can feel the shadows coming. The abyss is back. But this time, it feels different—more alive, more potent. The very land seems to shrink from it, as though the darkness is consuming everything in its path.