100 Novel(s) Related To Touching The Void Book

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands shook as she slammed it shut.

"Wh-what are you?" The Void responded like the touch of silk across steel. "Forgotten. Remembered. Yours." Its tendrils drew out once more, touching against the soft scar, the mating mark on his left chest. The mark burned beneath its touch. Pain surged through him, but underlying the pain was an odd, excruciating tenderness. Something within him recognized that touch. The Void's mist wrapped, curling into his flesh, sliding under it. His veins seared silver. He gagged on a scream, falling to one knee.

THE VOID ~HERIBERTO'S POV~ I felt it the moment she touched the Stone to the page. It wasn't a sound. It was a slight disturbance in the air... a cold feeling that touched the magic I had spread over the city. A small, blue dot on my awareness. They were reading my book. "Clever girl," I whispered.

"It feels like a brand. A reminder of the only thing that kept me from drifting into the dark forever." He leaned his forehead against my knees, a gesture of submission that felt strange coming from a man who had just vaporized an army. "I almost lost myself back there," he whispered. "The Void... it doesn't just eat my enemies. It eats my memory. It eats my mercy. When I was in that state, the only thing that existed was the hunger to destroy anything that breathed." "But you didn't," I said, running my fingers through his damp hair. "You stopped."

THE BILLIONAIRE’S HIDDEN HEART Author: Esty’s Chapter 41 — The Price of Love Part 4 The words hung in the air. “The end of everything.” Hope stared at the little girl. “What is coming?” The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she looked toward the horizon. The ocean had become completely still. Not a single wave moved. Not even the wind. Noah slowly stepped forward. “The Void has gone silent.” Lyra looked at him. “What does that mean?”

Zara’s POV The void isn’t empty. It’s full. Full of whispers that aren’t voices. Full of colors that aren’t light. Full of a pressure that isn’t air. It presses against me, through me, as if I’m the ghost here, not this place. My body feels distant, untethered—a marionette with its strings cut. But my mind… my mind is a storm. You’re awake. The voice is mine, but warped. Cold. I recoil, but there’s nowhere to go. The void stretches endlessly, a canvas of nothing that somehow *watches*.

My hands began to glow faintly with violet light as shadows curled around my fingers like obedient serpents. Chaos’s voice echoed softly in the darkness. “Do you feel it?” The shadows trembled in response to my breathing. “The world believes the void is empty.” A pause. “But the void remembers everything.” Chaos tilted its head slightly. “And now…” The darkness pulsed with my heartbeat. “…so do you.” The shadows continued pouring into me. Cold and ancient, they slid beneath my skin like living smoke, filling the spaces in my bones, my breath, my thoughts. My body trembled as the void settled deeper and deeper within me.

He played with my hair, twirling my curls around his tattooed fingers. I took a deep breath, involuntarily picturing the scene of him pressing my face into the glass table and fucking me from behind. The thought was intrusive. And too vivid for comfort. I did want that. “Brave will be touching you here,”he murmured, letting the back of his fingers graze my collar bones. “And here” he moved over my exposed cleavage,touching the skin softly and I let him, because he was hot. “Knowing that all these men are watching”. He nodded his head to the left,into the group of men he wasn’t even looking at.

"You think a girl from the Peaks can match the strength of the West? Without your magic you’re meat." He raised the mallet for a killing blow. I looked at my arm—the one infected by the Void-ink. It was numb, cold as a glacier.. As I looked at the black veins I realized something. The Void wasn't a parasite. It was an absence of light.. What was the Moon if not an entity that lived in the absence of the sun? I didn't try to fight the ink. I embraced it. I let go of the spark of the Harbinger. I reached into the cold black vacuum within my arm and pulled it into my chest. My eyes didn't glow violet; they turned a terrifying starless black.

I couldn't pull in air. "He's jamming the frequency." "Push," Neoma’s voice cut through the pain. She placed a hand on my shoulder. Her touch was necrotic cold, sending a shiver through my marrow. "Use me." She poured a sliver of the Void into my system. It didn't flow; it invaded. It was a cold, parasitic hunger that clawed through my veins. My vision blurred into grey fractals. Nausea rolled in my stomach, hot bile rising in my throat.

“Understood. Your personal space is a sacred temple. I’ll keep my hands and elbows and knees entirely to myself.” “Good.” He turns to leave, but I can’t resist. “Does this rule work both ways? Or is it just me who’s banned from touching?” He pauses at the doorway. “Both ways.” And then he’s gone, leaving me staring at the empty space where he stood.

Not because of Lyra. Not because of Astra. Because of him. Because of the way he stood there. Unmoving. Unshaken. Choosing me. The void studied him. Then it spoke softly. “You are not part of the correction.” Rex didn’t move. “I don’t care what you are.” The void tilted. Curious. “You will not stop what is becoming.” Rex’s grip on my hand tightened. “Try me.” Something flickered in the darkness. Not anger. Not amusement.

Today it felt like a throat. Her magic itched under her skin. She tried Hiraya’s grounding drills. Count your breath. Name what you see. Feel where your body ends, and the world begins. She saw trees. Sky. Umbra. The lodge. She heard Umbra’s breathing. The wind through the branches. And something else. A whisper that wasn’t so much sound as pressure against her mind, like fingers tapping along the back of her neck. Umbra’s head snapped up. The fur along his spine rose.

I had a lot of male crushes growing up, but unfortunately, they never led to anything good. "Do you know, Rali, I could almost smell you while I was away," Void said as he traced kisses from my neck down to my collarbone. At the same time, his fingers pressed against me, right through my thong. "I think your smell has been branded in my memory." Think, Rali. Think of someone else. "It smelled so good I almost didn't want to eat anything else out there." His thumb found my clit. Through my thong and without skin contact, he applied pressure on the clit, pushing in with his thumb. A disgraceful moan came out, broken.

Black magic surges, a void-like wave slamming into Kaelen. He freezes, eyes glazing, sword trembling in his grip. “Kaelen?” I call, heart lurching. He turns, stormy eyes blank, now glowing with an eerie purple haze. The novel’s pull, amplified by black magic. He roars, charging me, blade aimed for my heart. “No!” I dodge, rolling across jagged rocks, pain shooting through my ribs. Kaelen’s rampaging, sword slashing wildly, eyes unseeing but locked on me.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

Too close for Daylen to feel his breath on his skin but not close enough for their bodies to touch. "Are you so scared to be touched by me?" Syvan asked. Daylen locked eyes with him. Daylen didn't know what it was Syvan's eyes. It looked like disappointment and a hint of sadness. Daylen's heart squeezed in pain. His resistance caused Syvan to be sad and in turn that made Daylen sad. His feelings affected the magic oozing out of his hands stopping the force keeping Syvan in the air.

God, my cheeks were so hot that I sure did Tomato could compete and when Nick laughed softly, all my blood was probably in my head. "The head is taboo, but otherwise you can touch me anywhere." He took my hand and placed it on the stubbly cheek, which felt both rough and soft under my fingers. "Here," he said softly, then put my hand on his chest, just above his beating heart. It pounded steadily, calmly. It was a nice feeling. "Here," he said again and ran my hand lower over his body, to his navel, where a dark fluff attached that disappeared into his shorts. "Here too. And if you want ... "

My eyes misted up as I touched the tattoos on his athletic chest. His touch grew slower, almost cautious. His lips moved gently along my neck, sending me a warm rush. Each peck from him was so intense, making my breathing heavier, clearly audible in our quiet room, accompanied only by the sound of my racing heart. My hands moved uncontrollably, exploring the surface of his hard, muscular chest. My fingers traced the contours of the tattoos etched into his skin. The tattoo was so familiar to me that I could touch it without even opening my eyes.

I kept doing it for more than a minute until my toes started hurting and my hands tried to stretch more to grab the book and that's when I felt a presence behind me. Hell, when did he come near me? I didn't even hear his footsteps. I didn't have the guts to take a look at him but he came so close that his whole body was touching my back and I regretted wearing a short skirt. His hands reached from behind to grab the book and because of his action, his lower region brushed more deeply against my butt, making me close my eyes in sudden fear and excitement. He easily grabbed the book and plopped it on my palms. I thought he would leave after that but instead, he kept both his hands on the sides of my waist and brought his lips so close to my ear that it was touching it.