Detective Void Novels & Stories

As the Vane-Thorne pierced the atmosphere above the Sahara, the ocular quartz hull glowed with a fierce, atmospheric friction that mirrored the heat between Damian and me. ​"The Ground is shifting, Aara," Damian said, his hands moving across the navigation console with a precision that had become my only anchor. "The 'Void-Signature' we used to hide from the Gardeners has left a resonance lag. The world hasn't quite decided if we’re still real or just echoes."

"Rising Star Detective, Nathan Sloan, Cracks Another Unsolved Case—Nabbing the Culprit Behind the 715 Serial Murder Case!" In the attached photo, Nathan was looking at the camera while holding up an evidence bag. Inside it was the same serrated knife I'd marked as the crucial piece of evidence just this morning!

He looked like a man holding onto sanity by his fingernails. "Don't you think I'm trying?" Vida snapped, wiping blood from her nose with her sleeve. "This is Void Magic, Daxon. It doesn't play by the rules of nature. It demands a specific key. A frequency. Without it, this book is just a paperweight." I stood in the corner, deep in the shadows, swirling my own drink...a vintage scotch laced with a few drops of O-negative I kept in my flask. I wasn't looking at Vida. I was looking at Mathias.

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."

- he asked, although looking at his face now he felt that nothing would help. - You are V01D (Void), a famous hacker, and you are overwhelmed by such a simple task?- he asked with a slight mockery in his voice.- So what if it's a detective's phone? No risk, no fun. Besides, if you didn't like risk, you wouldn't be playing hacking, would you? So don't whine to me right now.- he shook his head in disgust.- Just do what I ask you to do and you won't regret it. After all, I'm not using you for free, you'll get the right amount. I can afford it.- he added at the end.

If I agreed to the girls' suggestions, we could easily upload the information on the website and one of his people would reach out to him. According to what they said, Void could find anyone he wanted with the snap of a finger. I couldn't understand how anyone could be so intelligent and skilled, actually. And the scarier part? No one had ever successfully hacked his site. Not even close. I used to wonder why his enemies didn't just bait him with false intel; set a trap and end him. Then, I got to know that this Void guy didn't fall for traps. He verified every shred of information like a human lie detector.

Sick and tired of hearing the news I saw for myself… *** I swerved my old Mercedes into the hospital’s car park. I had to start my investigation tonight; and I was hoping I’d find something on Samantha’s body. Sleeping would be hard as from now, I had no time to waste; that shooter needs to be found fast. That was the only thing that would give me comfort now, not silly condolences and pitiful stares. “Glad you came, just wanted to dial up your number,” The voice sounded very familiar. I came out of my car to see her removing the blue detective gloves from her hand, it was Jane Johnson; my new partner.

For the first time, uncertainty cracked his composure. “What did you do?” he demanded. “I didn’t do that,” Seren shot back. The dark bloom expanded, swallowing lines whole. Wherever it passed, paths did not freeze. They vanished. Erasure spreading. The system’s voice trembled through the grid. Unstructured void incursion detected. Mael’s voice broke. “Void?” The bloom surged again. Faster now. It did not branch. It did not command. It consumed. The man’s tower flickered violently as the void touched its outer edges.

I let out a sharp laugh, yanked out my badge, and tossed it into a passing garbage truck. On a giant screen nearby, breaking news flashed: a charred body found in the suburbs. The victim's ID was shocking. I just arched a brow and kept walking. Starting now, I'm done being a cop. Let's see how the city's golden detective survives without me.