A Void Novels & Stories

A being whose entire purpose was existing during transitions, holding reality's shape while infinity passed between bearers. "Who would accept such role?" Compassion asked through Sarah. "Existing only in gaps? Never fully present?" "I would," Void volunteered quietly. Everyone turned to the child who embodied absence. "I'm already comfortable with not-being," Void explained. "Existing in gaps suits my nature. I could maintain transition space, keep it stable, prevent escapes or intrusions." "You'd be alone," Genesis warned. "Experiencing only moments between moments." "But protecting all moments by doing so," Void smiled—expression strange on face designed for absence. "Purpose through purp

acknowledgment of imperfection." Void was silent for a long time. Thinking. Processing. Understanding something new. "I still hate what you did," Void finally said. "Still hate being transformed. Still hate existing instead of voiding. But I understand now. Understand you are not evil. Understand you are not monster. Understand you are simply being who did wrong while trying to do right. That does not excuse what you did. Does not make it acceptable. Does not erase the violation. But it makes it understandable. Makes it human. Makes it real. I can hate what you did without hating you. Can reject the action without rejecting the being. Can refuse to forgive the violation without refusing to

Sikandar’s family was shocked by what they were seeing. “His karamats actually awakened,” Raeesa gasped. “Not just any karamat, the ability to nullify other karamats and control void,” Farhan pointed out. “What’s void?” Aafiya asked. “A powerful and rare element that can’t be properly defined other than the fact that it exists,” Farhan answered, “The last void user lived until thirty years ago and wrote many books on the subject. “Why didn’t he tell us?” Aafiya wondered.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

The drive back home was a quiet one and aura felt guilty about it. If she didn’t go to meet Bigfoot then Angeline wouldn’t have had the time to talk to Liam who was seated and sulking by her side. Malcolm who was driving would occasionally glance at them through the rear mirror but he would not say anything, thankfully Angeline left in her own car. “Will you like some ice cream?” Aura asked, trying to release the tension in the car but the little boy ignored her and continued staring out of the window.

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I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

Misha asked, her eyes wide. "I told it that my profound loneliness was a feature, not a bug," Ava replied, her smirk widening. "And that my attachments, though inconvenient, were the only things that made existence bearable. And that if it thought it could offer me a better void than the one I already lived in, it was sorely mistaken." She looked at me, a glimmer of something soft in her eyes. "It also tried to tell me I'd be better off without my dramatic, dying brother. I corrected it. Told it I needed someone to annoy." A genuine laugh, weak but real, escaped me. The void hated laughter. It recoiled for a brief moment, a flicker of light returning to the desaturated world.

"We're in this together, Ava. We'll rebuild, not just this floor, but everything else that's been broken." Back upstairs, the tension in the room was noticeable. Ava, sensing the need for a moment of human connections, walked determinedly over to where Carver was hunched over his desk, engrossed in his work. Without a word, she gently pushed him away from the desk and wrapped her arms around him. Carver's initial reaction was to tense, the unexpected embrace momentarily catching him off guard. "Shhh, just let it be easy," Ava whispered softly.

series of strong, irresistible emotions gripped me, weakening me in my knees. “I… I… I…” I stammered as tears poured out freely from my eyes. I was crying and shaking. It was snowy outside, and I was standing here in the middle of an unknown estate street, which is an hour ride away from my home, with no memories of how I got here. “Just send me the address; I will come get you now.” He said, not probing me for more details. If there’s one thing I loved about Mace, it’s his manly demeanor and calm aura.