Aspect Of The Void Novels & Stories

"How long have the shadows spoken to you? Did they start in the dream, or..." "Before?" I finish for him. "I can't be sure, but I think I may have always heard them, just not as loudly." He seems pleased, humming as he thinks. "And the void, have you ever seen it?" "I don't understand it," I admit. "The void is a nebulous place of potential anything that can be imagined can be brought forth," he explains, his voice steady and firm. "Unfortunately, those of us who can influence shadows, often hear them as well, and have very troubled minds." His look is almost pitying as he peers at me. To have so much power and potential but at such a high cost. "When given the chance, those with the shadow

He put himself between Allistair and the rest, his aura exploding like a shield. "You shouldn't be here," he growled, his voice low but deadly. The Void's smile was reed-thin, feral. "And yet, here I am. Did you really expect imprisoning a fragment of yourself to make me go away?" "You're not me." "Oh, but I am." The Void's voice was near tenderness, though his eyes shone with threat. "I'm the piece you shattered and imprisoned, a part of yourself. The one who was not afraid of his hunger. The one who really remembered what we are."

“Maybe less. And then the last three aspects will be free.” She looks at me and I see something like sadness flicker in her eyes. “Seven aspects loose,” she says quietly. “The Stillness merged with me so it counts as emerged. The Void Born merged with me too. The Hunger is breaking free as we speak. The Rage consumed the Madness so that’s two aspects combined. The Pain is in stasis but still technically emerged. The Despair is loose. And the Emptiness is active.” “That’s all of them,” Alistair says.

But that was all it could ever be - a wish. My name is Void. It isn't some foreign name with a sweet meaning. It's the void you know - the word meaning empty. I'm called that because I'm void of emotions, void of fun, void of trust, void of empathy. Show me kindness, and I'll think you tryna mock me. But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be.

His torso was a map of dark purple bruises from the Enforcer’s boots and the river impact. He was shivering, but not from the ambient temperature of the room. Saoirse stood opposite him. She wore a fitted training tunic, her silver hair tied back. She held no weapons. "The Void operates on the principle of physics, not mysticism," Saoirse lectured, pacing the edge of the ring like a predator. Her voice echoed off the marble walls. "It absorbs energy. Kinetic, thermal, electrical, and magical. When you were full at the Sky-Spire, you acted as a conduit. You let the energy flow *through* you. But now that you are empty, the Void wants to trap the energy *inside* you."

I echoed. Fenrir nodded, his expression darkening with a gravity that made the amethyst sky seem to dim. "It is a plane older than the gods themselves. It is the primordial silence that existed before the first star was breathed into life. It is not made of shadow—shadow requires light to exist. The Void is simply… nothing. It is the hunger that exists beneath all things, waiting for the fabric of reality to fray."

Show me what the void looks like from inside. What followed was a guided tour of hell disguised as peace. Through Aurora's connection to Thomas's dream-state, they all experienced the strange limbo of the partially void-touched. The world looked the same, but all emotional coloring had been drained from it. Love was recognized but not felt. Pain was acknowledged but not experienced. Even basic preferences—for food, for comfort, for companionship—had been reduced to intellectual exercises rather than genuine desires.

Tomas was quiet beside me and then he said: "I am going to tell you the full thing. What it said and the name. Because Kael needs to hear it and you need to hear it at the same time so you can be with him when he processes it." "Alright," I said. He told me. He told me what the Void Court said after Luna said no and after the resonance started. It had not spoken into his aspect because he had no aspect. It had spoken into something older, something underneath the aspect system, something that felt to him like a frequency he did not have a name for and had not known he could receive. It said: the door you did not close is not a wound. It is a person. One person carrying a piece of the origina

The Silence. The Echo. She was beginning to see a pattern. "What is it?" she asked. Nobody answered. Not immediately. Then the Void answered. Its voice echoed across reality. Across stars. Across galaxies. Across every corner of creation. The memory of existence. The room became silent. The Void continued. Nothing truly disappears. The stars brightened slightly. Not worlds. A pause. Not people. Another pause. Not universes. Nova felt her heart race. The implications were enormous. Terrifying.

I say in disbelief. “Samael, help me out here, I don’t know void magic like you do,” Solana says with a wave of her hand. Samael motions to my plate and waits for me to eat something before speaking, “The void is technically an element, but it is also vast and unimaginably powerful. Void witches attuned to the element can contain its power easily, and can stop it from spreading its corruption. But witches who are not attuned to the void and attempt to infiltrate it, become vessels for the void so it can spread its darkness and gain more power.”