Detective Void Novels & Stories

ROSE I inhale deeply as the cold water crawls repeatedly across my skin. It's evening already. I spent the entire afternoon looking for clues. Fortunately enough for me, I met an old college friend of mine who's a detective in LA, and he promised to help me find out about Lavender and her supposedly dead kid. In fact, he also said he's been curious about the way the detectives all died. He had wanted to investigate, but the police boldly told him it's not his duty to; that even the families of the deceased aren't worried about it. Somehow, I couldn't help but think this person in question has connections with the police. I couldn't say it to him because it's against the law to accuse a fello

"I have contacts who might know more about the Sparrow's recent movements." Mendoza nodded approvingly. "This is exactly why the triad approach works. Detective Blackwood's supernatural senses, Detective O'Connor's human investigative techniques, and Mr. Thornwood's connections in the supernatural community." "We'll need access to the body," Casie said, slipping easily into case-planning mode despite the surreal circumstances. "And the crime scene." "Already arranged," Mendoza confirmed. "Dr. Helena Vasquez at the morgue is one of us—a dhampir with exceptional forensic abilities. She's expecting you within the hour."

the voice said. “What is it?” Mr Blackwood asked. “I think you might have gotten yourself a mouse who’s been sniffing around” the voice said. “Then take care of it” Mr Blackwood said. “It’s not as easy as it was back then sir…….the mouse I am talking about is a detective” the voice said. “ A detective?” Mr Blackwood asked. “Yes sir, he was recently transferred and he’s been hell bent on your case…….I don’t know how or where but he got his hands on your product” the voice said.

Spade muttered, and for once Matteo isn't really bugged that he has to be stuck with Stefano, actually he was counting on it. Maybe he would speak to the man and ask him why he was suddenly like this, although he suspected it was because of what he said to him the last time they met, but he wasn't really sure, it wasn't as if he said something bad. ***** Everything was ready, Vince and Nico had called Bernie and gave him an update, and it was what Spade was expecting. The van was parked at an abandoned building and men kept coming out of it and going inside, through the lenses of both men, Bernie was able to identify some of the men as one of them had a familiar tattoo on his arm.

"Well, I can only guess, but I'd say you've made some life-changing decisions lately," Rhychard said. "Gargoyles are servants of the Void, what you would call evil. My guess would be, you lived your life in a way that honored or served the Void and recently made a decision that would put you on the path of the Way, which, basically, you would call good. The Void hates losing members, but then again, what religion doesn't. The Void's exit plan, however, is a little drastic."

“Why are you in daze again?” Hillary asked Kath when she caught her staring at the passenger for too long. Kath immediately shifted her gaze somewhere, pretending that she didn’t do what her friend said. “I—I’m not!” she lied but Hillary saw her holding the square cufflink with a jade stone in it.

“Good evening, Boss.” The deep voice came through from the other end. “Hugh, I have a job for you and I need you to get me answers as soon as you can.” “Sure, boss. Anything for you.” “Remember the investigation you carried out on Katherine Gold years ago that you couldn’t come up with anything?” “Yes, I do.”

I whispered, “then so be it. At least it was my choice.” Veylor didn’t respond right away. When he finally did, his voice was low and dangerous. “Choice,” he said. “Is a luxury afforded only to those who understand the consequences.” “When the beasts stirred,” Veylor continued, quieter now, “I sensed the danger immediately. The Void does not scream unless something has gone terribly wrong.” His jaw tightened. “But I didn’t suspect you. Not then. I never imagined you had activated the array. I underestimated your will.”

void just what kind of fucked up shit did i get into "you do not believe that i am the real deal, do you ms, croft?" mr. void asked in a way that that sent shivers down my spine he looked into the camera again, his eyes focused on me with nothing but coldness in them. it was like he was watching me all over again like he knew that i would be watching. then a slow deliberate smile formed on his lips my heart skipped a beat as i gaped back at the screen in horror. he was looking at me

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.