Eyes Of The Void Novels & Stories

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

The ground split beneath Sipho’s feet. Darkness poured out of him like a flood. Not smoke. Not shadow. Liquid night. Alive. Writhing. Screaming without sound. The eldest child stumbled back in horror. “Sipho— what are you—” Sipho stood slowly. But it wasn’t quite him anymore. His eyes were completely black now. No whites. No pupils. Just depthless void. His veins glowed like burning cracks in stone. His breath steamed. Each exhale smelled like soil and rot.

POV: Elena The air in the temple didn't just go cold; it vanished, replaced by a vacuum of pure, necrotic silence that made the marrow in my bones feel like liquid lead. I stared at the woman stepping out of the altar’s shadow, my heart thudding a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. She was a walking blasphemy—a reflection of myself, from the dark waves of her hair to the silver lightning mapping her skin, but her eyes were void of color, two flat, milky orbs that held the chill of a thousand graves.

I said, my voice sounding flat, drained of its usual resonance by the Suppression Cubes. The lead Hunter didn't hesitate, he swung the rod, aiming for my temple. I didn't use the Eclipse, I didn't reach for the Shadow Heart, those were "powers," and the cubes were designed to eat power, instead, I reached for the Void. The Void isn't magic, it isn't an energy, it is the absence of everything, you cannot suppress "nothing."

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

The Void studied him for a long moment, then, softly, almost reverently, said, “Then let’s start there.” Allistair rose from the bed and looked at the both of them. Then to both their surprise he suddenly smirked mischievously and went to the couch were the Void sat and sat on his lap, facing him. Allistair gripped his jaw and examined his face while although the Void, felt irritated at first just let him be. “You really look like him. But you have red-black eyes. While my Luci has eyes black as void.” Allistair murmured.

But the moment of wonder could not last forever. The Void Hunters regrouped with the fluid efficiency of a hive mind, their scattered formations flowing together like mercury droplets combining into a larger mass. From their ranks emerged their supreme leader a swirling mass of entropy and anti-creation, a being that shifted between forms too quickly for the eye to follow, showing glimpses of a thousand consumed faces, void-black wings that seemed to devour light itself, and eyes that held the emptiness between galaxies. "You carry the forbidden spark," it intoned, the words rippling through dimensions like cosmic thunder.