Call Of The Void Book Novels & Stories

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

It was a "New-Inquiry from the Un-Born." "Dominic..." Avery said, her "Frequency" turning a "Vicious-Amber-White." "The 'Void'... it’s 'Singing'. It’s 'Asking' for a 'Chapter 179'. We aren't 'Done' with the 'Story.' We’re 'Starting' the 'Sovereign-Sequel'." The "Addiction-Standard" is locked. To find out what "New-Debt" the "Un-Born" are about to "Audit," the next chapter is a "Causal-Requirement."

The celestial voice whispered, "The void within the enigma demands sacrifice. Navigate its hunger, for the unseen threads may yet persist within the shadows." The disruptor's distant laughter echoed, "The void is the true nature of the cosmic dance. Embrace its hunger, for within it, the destiny of your choices shall be rewritten." Richard and I stood at the precipice, uncertain of the void's true nature and the sacrifices it demanded. The luminescent path, now fractured and dimmed, seemed to flicker with the echoes of choices consumed. The enigma's heart awaited us within the ominous void, its secrets entwined with the perilous dance that unfolded on the cosmic continuum.

He stared at her. "It was never the void." She looked at the north wall where it had come through. At the stone that had let it pass without damage. "The void is the language. It's the medium." She looked at the book. At the writing. "What's been consuming consciousness-humans. What took seven billion people. It's not the void itself." "Then what is it." She held out the book. He read. Went very still. "Someone's using it," he said.

I grabbed the bedsheet off me, and pulled out the IV drip from my hand, which left a tingling, painful sensation, which I didn’t care to notice. “Dad?” I called out while I limped to the door. “Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake.” An unfamiliar, cold voice rang out behind me. I didn’t know why I turned around slowly; I felt a shivering sensation that I’ve never felt before in my entire life as I came face to face with a very tall, pale man in his mid-twenties. His aura was so cold and dominating that I felt shiver ran down my spine. I clutched the doorknob like my dear life.

Disclaimer: This chapter has blood and violence. Viewer discretion is advised. You have been warned. "Good you are successful in calling me I see. Now let me look at you clearly first since I could not see you clearly when I was in my domain." My body started to glow a red hue but it only lasted for a moment.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Elara opened the book. The text appeared, glowing faintly in the dim hall light. She read aloud, her voice steady despite her racing heart, sharing everything. The history of the First Flame bloodline. The power that destroyed as it created. The sealing and the reasons behind it. The Broken Ones as failed experiments. The Void Between Worlds is the true threat. The failing wards. The prophecy that only her bloodline could stand against what was coming. Silence fell absolute when she finished. Then chaos erupted. Wolves shouted, some in disbelief, others in fear, a few in anger at having this burden placed upon them without consent.

Mae wet her lips, fingers curling over the edge of the page as it pulsed softly under her touch. “It, it lists everything.” Her voice shook. “Every species. Every, every origin line. But then it,” She swallowed. “It, it says I belong to none of them.” Lucien blinked, standing straighter. “None?” Riven frowned, brows knitting. "Void.” Mae’s hands trembled as she traced the last line at the bottom of the page, voice quieter now. “At the bottom, it says ‘Claimed by none,’” Her breath caught. "‘Bound to...’” But before she could finish Ashar spoke. Not loud. Not rushed. Not shaken. Just absolute. “Bound to existence.” His crystalline voice rolled through the air, a vibration heavier than sound.

“We call the living who carry Void fragments and ask them to join us temporarily. They die by choice like you did, become Void-Dead, help us fight the Shepherds, then return to life when it’s over.” “That’s asking people to die for me,” I protest. “It’s asking them to die for the gap,” Anna corrects. “For the protection of death itself. Some will answer that call.” I reach through whatever connection I still have to the living world and I call out, not with voice but with need. “Anyone touched by Void forces who’s willing to die temporarily to defend death itself, I’m asking for your help.” The gap shimmers and the first volunteer appears. Sera, Anna’s daughter who I adopted, manifesting as