INTO THE ABYSS

INTO THE ABYSS

  • WpView
    Reads 25
  • WpVote
    Votes 1
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 27, 2020
Following months of excruciating and psychological torment at the hands of Iranian mercenaries, civil protection dignitary Aapo Palmgren is charged with a seemingly simple task: investigate into the suicide of prominent drug lord... As Aapo finds himself further enveloped into the discord of his "simple" assignment, he himself becomes restrained in the heart of a terrorist plot to claim millions of civilian lives...lest he brings an abrupt end to it, even if it means offering his own life in the processing.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • BLOOD AND ASHES
  • PAW Patrol: Incubus
  • The Fate Series : Dawn
  • In gears of 'pacifism'
  • A&D Book 1: Amulets & Demons (Editing Slowly)
  • AWAKNADION
  • Beloved Burden  🤍  Mile/Apo
  • Black Flower
  • Behind The Mask (Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 [2022] Fanfiction)

The sky hangs heavy, thick with the promise of rain. A storm brews-not just in the heavens, but in the veins of Southeast Asia itself. Vince was never meant for this. Not the silk ties. Not the whispered deals over hundred-year-old whiskey. Not the polished smiles of men who once paid to see him bleed. He was a fighter, a rogue carving his name into the bones of the streets, but now-now he's trapped. The suit fits like a noose, the power a loaded gun pressed against his own temple. Play along, stay alive. That was the deal. But in the shadows of the Southeast Asian Summit, deals are meant to be broken. The air crackles with the tension of something about to snap. Old ghosts slip through the cracks, alliances shift like sand beneath his feet, and somewhere out there-watching, waiting-is Reika. His fire. His fury. His anchor in the storm. And when she finds out what they've done to him, what he's become, hell itself won't hold her back. The battlefield has changed. It's no longer fists against flesh, bones against concrete. It's a war of deception, fought in whispers, signed in blood behind closed doors. Vince has one shot to break free before the machine swallows him whole. But can you fight when the enemy has already crawled inside your head? And worse-what if this time, the storm takes him under for good?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines