Eyes Of The Void Novels & Stories

Her golden and black eyes glimmered in the dim light as she whispered, “Stay calm, my little ones. Mama won’t let anything happen to you.” But even as she spoke, a shriek ripped through the valley like the tearing of the heavens themselves. A vortex of pitch-black energy erupted from the charred ground where Lyra had been sealed. The earth cracked violently, sending tremors through the wolves’ sanctuary. From the spiraling shadows emerged Lyra—no longer entirely herself. Her body was a silhouette of writhing void, eyes glowing like two bottomless pits. “IRIS!” Lyra’s voice echoed, warped, and dripping with malice. “You thought you could destroy me? I am reborn—not as flesh, but as the living

I felt its gaze upon me, as it hungered for my blood. The figure slowly woke up, his crimson eyes stared upon me like a predator towards its prey. The crows stopped their cacophony, aware that their master was awake. His eyes opened wide, the red veins in them were visible from where I stood. He smiled in a maddened glee.

"The gravity shroud is gone. The resonance shield is gone. We’re just a hunk of obsidian floating in a graveyard of white light." ​I pulled myself up from the central trunk of the Grove. My skin felt heavy, the liquid-iron having solidified into a dull, permanent graft that felt less like an upgrade and more like a scar. I looked through the shattered observation port. The "Eye of the Void" was no longer a grey throat; it was a clear window into a deep, star-studded sky. The stars weren't clinical points of light anymore—they were burning, flickering, and beautifully disorganized.

Curiosity could not. The city remained silent. Nobody moved. Nobody dared. Origin stood beside Nova now. Watching the eye carefully. Studying it. The same way a scientist might observe a dangerous experiment. Or perhaps the way a mother watches a wounded child. Nova wasn't sure which possibility was more disturbing. The Void spoke again. Its voice resonated through reality itself. "Nova." The sound of her name rippled across the universe. Galaxies trembled. Stars flickered. Dimensions shifted. The eye blinked once more.

The light was coming fromme. I was no longer kneeling. My body was levitating three feet above the ruined pedestal, suspended by a swirling vortex of dark, smoky shadows that danced around my ankles like living serpents. The pain was gone, replaced by a cold, limitless power that felt as natural as breathing. I opened my eyes. A collective, horrified gasp echoed through the darkness. My amber eyes were gone. My pupils and sclera had completely vanished, replaced by a smooth, terrifying, and bottomless abyss of pure, midnight black. The Void Eyes.

“The part of you the Veil never killed.” Kael-Draven staggered as the thing fused deeper into him— his eyes splitting into two colors— and then into three— his voice twisting into something not entirely mortal. Elaria backed away. “No. No—he can’t hold that. He’ll tear himself apart.” The being met her gaze, stone still. “He already is.” The void beneath them cracked. A tremor rolled through the broken space. Elaria swallowed hard. “What do I do?” His eyes glowed like twin memories burning.

POV EMMA BELLE I stood at the edge of the Sun-Spire’s central bridge, my fingers tracing the edge of a fresh piece of parchment. My eyes, once a solid violet, now held swirling eddies of indigo shadow—the permanent mark of the Void-Blade. The "Void-Queen" was still there, a cold, analytical presence in the back of my mind, but the warmth of the North was slowly seepign back into my skin.

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

My eyes grew large as I watched the bugs flew out, forming a great flock before they swarmed on Sean, Patrick, and his wife. My heart skipped beats for a moment as I watched the bugs covered their bodies. And before I could draw in a deep breath, the soldier shot another barrel. In agile moves, he then crawled out of the place. A loud explosion then followed, turning the entire scene to black.

Everything about her appearance was designed for maximum impact. She was the kind of woman who turned heads just by stepping into a room, the kind whose presence made others sit up straighter. And right now, she had a rough idea, a very rough idea, why she was here. Vanessa removed her sunglasses with a classiness that needed to be studied, revealing her shade of brown Hawthorne eyes. Her assessing gaze flicked from Zander to Kallista. A soft smirk played on her lips, but there was nothing warm about it.