Aspect Of The Void Novels & Stories

Clarissa said, and I blinked, surprised. If he was being affected by the void, it made sense how I'd always felt that we were similar. "The void is the space between life and death. It lies between existence and non-existence. Most of the energies emitted from the darkest emotions are usually sucked into that place," I said. "Do you think it's a coincidence that the void was ripped open on the night you were shifting?" My mate asked, her voice laced with worry. I threw my arm over my eyes, my chest heaving. "It was definitely not a coincidence. I have a feeling that someone did that on purpose."

She could hear the cracking sound of her own skin as she moved, a sound that made her stomach churn. "Leave... him... alone," Lyra rasped. Her violet eyes were clouded with gray, but the fire inside them hadn't quite gone out. The Architect-Jax turned toward her, his head tilting at an angle that would have snapped a human neck. "The Shadow-Sun. The girl who thinks she can hold the Void. Do you know what the Void is, Lyra? It is not a weapon. It is a vacancy. And we are here to fill it."

One wrong move and everything would unravel. Then, in the midst of the chaos, I heard a familiar voice. "You're thinking too small, little wolf." Asher's spirit materialized before me, still bearing the marks of his sacrifice. "Don't just fight the Void – understand it. It's not destruction incarnate; it's change in its purest form." His words triggered something in my mind. Of course – the Void wasn't evil, it was necessary. Without the potential for unmaking, creation itself would stagnate. The problem wasn't the Void's existence, but its imbalance.

A stinging pain lashed across my shoulder, I gasped, stumbling forward into the dirt, Koran had struck me with a training rod, a solidified length of shadow that felt like a whip made of ice. "Too slow, you’re waiting for the danger to find you," his voice whispered from the right, though a second later I felt his presence on my left, "The Void doesn't ask for permission, Vesper, it simply exists, and the universe is forced to fill it, stop being a sponge, become the leak."

Void proclaimed arrogantly and relaxed comfortably on the chair. I was finally able to understand the whole fucked up problem with Stephan's secret alter ego. Mr. Void was anchored into Stephan's psyche due to the trauma he had experienced throughout his childhood till adulthood. I had a feeling that Mr. Void was not going anywhere for a while. He was here to stay. He was the other side of the coin on Stephan's fractured mind. I could not help but feel sorry for him. Mr. Void stood up and walked around the therapy room, blood still in his nose, and inspecting the pictures and ornamental flowers. He walked to the books on the shelves and trailed his fingers on them.

“There’s no known way to fight them effectively.” I left and went to the artifact’s chamber… a secured room where I could commune with it privately. The moment I entered, the artifact responded, glowing brighter and flooding my mind with images. Visions of the Voidborn’s approach. Not marching armies or visible threats, but absences moving through reality. Spaces where existence simply stopped, spreading like infection toward Blackhowl. I saw how they moved… or didn’t move. One moment they’d be consuming a distant territory. The next, they’d be miles closer, the intervening distance having been erased along with everything else. They were redefining where they existed moment by moment.

But Morgana could read it. "Before existence, there was The First Void. Not absence. Not emptiness. The conceptual opposite of being. When the first thought sparked, when the first atom formed, The First Void was diminished. It has hungered to return to totality ever since. Every death weakens reality. Every extinction event opens the door. And when the door opens wide enough, The First Void will pour through and unmake all that is." "Professor? Are you okay?" Yvonne realized she was shaking. "Go. Now. Tell no one about this book."

A hole where something should be. "The Void is not like the others," Freya says. Her voice is measured, careful. "The Watchers observe. The Unseen record. The Void consumes." "Consumes what?" "Everything. Light. Shadow. Life. Meaning. It does not want to rule. It does not want to destroy. It wants to erase." I look at my mother. Her face is pale, her silver eyes dim with a fear I have rarely seen. "How do we fight something that wants to erase us?" I ask.

The System would like Host to know this is the most complex operation it has performed in this host's lifetime. The System is focused. The System will comment later. --- The Void Dragon's presence fills the channel in a way it hasn't before — broader, deeper, like the expanded cracks in the seal are letting more of it through. Look, it says. Not a direction. An instruction. An offer. I look.

CHAPTER 118 — THE ANCIENT VOID ASCENDS The void trembled beneath them. Every pulse of the artefact sent ripples through the fractured bridge, as if the very universe was bracing for a storm that had waited aeons to arrive. The new entity loomed ahead, vast and incomprehensible. Its form shifted constantly, an ever-changing silhouette of darkness and molten light, limbs stretching impossibly, eyes appearing and vanishing, and voices whispering from everywhere at once. It radiated an aura of absolute dominance, a presence that made every molecule of Riven’s body scream in recognition of something older than creation.