Call Of The Void Book Novels & Stories

Aurora's POV The sky above the Celestial Temple turned an ominous shade of crimson as reality itself began to fracture. I stood atop the highest spire, my newly awakened powers pulsing in harmony with the cosmic turmoil around us. Mason and Ethan flanked me, their faces grim as we surveyed the approaching storm. "It's time," I said softly, feeling the weight of destiny settle on my shoulders. "The Void Lord is coming." As if summoned by my words, the air before us shimmered and tore open. A figure emerged from the rift - tall, regal, and radiating an aura of pure malevolence. The Void Lord's eyes, twin pools of infinite darkness, fixed upon me with predatory intent.

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.

Coyote leaned back, cigarette long gone, eyes soft for once. “House calls that a clean tell,” he said quietly. “No burns.” He looked at the empty chair. The little girl’s card flipped itself. Image: The Void goddess (before she was a monster) standing at the edge of the Veil, reaching toward a light she could never touch. Caption, in a child’s whisper: Because they locked me out and called it mercy. The card caught fire (gentle, almost kind) and drifted upward as golden ash. Death (still faceless) reached out and caught the ash in one gauze-wrapped hand.

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

“Kalama, don’t forget that your authentic self is pure fire. Your life essence is the Fire Element itself.” As Xalvy let my arm go, a blinding flash covered us in the middle of my apartment, making me close and cover my eyes instantly. I felt a hand grabbing me by my arm and pulled me back. Before I could open my eyes, I felt a weird sensation in my stomach when I teleported with Remy or Finn. I took my hands off my eyes as I opened them. The scene that was unfolding before me had me paralyzed. The last thing I saw and heard before all went black was Remy mid shifting rushing back into the apartment and a blood-curdling cackle of laughter.

“Fine. But we keep it clinical.” He leads me to the center of the clearing, positioning me in front of him. “Close your eyes. Breathe deep. Find her—the wolf inside.” I obey, inhaling the forest air. At first there’s nothing, then—a flicker. A presence curling in my chest, restless and hungry. “Good,” he murmurs behind me. “Now ground yourself. Feel your feet on the earth.” His hands settle on my hips, steadying me. The contact jolts through me like lightning. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

She had so many questions she was burning to ask Caleb. She felt the entire coven gather around, and felt several of them laying their hands on her head. “We hereby lay thee down to rest,” echoed the chorus of vampires. “Caitlin and Caleb, to resurrect another day. In God’s ultimate grace.” Ruth came in and lay beside her, whining. As the words were repeated a second time, then a third time, Caitlin felt her world grow lighter. At the last second, before it all disappeared, she turned to Caleb, and saw him turn to her. She looked deeply into his eyes, and knew, just knew, that next time, they would be together forever.

But what use was steel against something like this? The void writhed, twisting and unfurling like the tendrils of some unseen entity. The whispers grew deafening, echoing in Elior’s skull, in Sienna’s, in the very bones of the earth. And then, the voice returned. "We are the Hollow." The tendrils stretched toward them. "And now, we rise." Sienna gasped, her fingers digging into Elior’s arm. “Elior.....” The void surged forward. Elior threw himself in front of her, sword raised. The ruins collapsed around them. The darkness swallowed them whole.

The next day, Sikandar and Suleiman were browsing books on void at the school library. They had enough time because the library opened an hour before the homeroom period. ‘Very convenient.’ They surprisingly found a good number of books on void. ‘Again, convenient.’ They found information on what void is- ‘Basically psychic powers combined with time space mumbo jumbo.’ And some known attacks by previous users. ‘Some of these moves should be legit illegal.’ “These books have different moves inside them, let’s borrow them so that you can practice them,” Suleiman suggested.

"What's in the book?" "Trouble," I say. "Cool." He's completely serious. "Are you going to read it?" I look at the manual. The Void Dragon Art. A cultivation method that responds to my bloodline — my real bloodline, the one that's been sealed at 94.7% by something the System won't explain. A method that was placed here specifically for the person who would return. Return. Not arrive. Return. "Yeah," I say. "I'm going to read it."