Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Void

He stood perfectly still, his back to them. As they approached, he turned. His face was a featureless mask of smooth gray stone, yet his eyes were unmistakable—yellow, glowing with the malice of the Void, identical to the eyes of the Stalkers. ​“He’s not a Stalker,” Dave whispered, his hand hovering over his blade. “He’s... a vessel.” ​The figure moved, not by walking, but by shifting through the air, his movements erratic. Then, a second figure emerged from the fog and a third.

"They think they can sit behind their desks and watch us dissolve. They forgot that I am the one who holds the light." She didn't wait for an invitation or a bridge. Elara reached out with both hands, her fingers dripping with the thick, obsidian Vespera ink. She didn't touch the rock or the air; she grabbed the **White Void** itself. To the Pack, it looked as if she were grabbing a handful of empty space, but as her claws sank in, the white light groaned. It crinkled like heavy parchment. With a violent, guttural roar of effort, Elara wrenched her arms apart. The Void tore.

I put my body directly in the line of fire. "No," I said. The laser dot hit my eye. It was blinding. My vision washed out in red static. "Get out of the way, girl," Rax warned. His finger tightened on the trigger. I could see the tendon in his hand strain white. "I don't want to waste a bullet on a collaborator." "You aren't wasting anything," I said. I let the mask slip. I didn't summon the Void fully—I was too tired, too drained from the healing—but I let it leak. I opened the valve in my chest where the blackness lived.

Chapter 77: The Thing That Even The Void Fears For the first time since the sky was torn apart, the countless eyes of the Void Emperor moved away from the world beneath him. They looked behind. Not toward Evelyn and toward the Heart Throne. Not toward the First Judge or the Blood God. They were looking into a place no one could understand. A place where even darkness had a beginning. The entire world noticed the change. The oceans stopped moving. The storms that had consumed distant kingdoms suddenly disappeared. Creatures hiding in the deepest corners of the earth crawled back into their caves, trembling like animals that sensed a greater predator had entered

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.

The power in her blood surged violently, recognising its ancient enemy. She stopped ten feet from where the forest ended and nothing began. Up close, the Void was even more terrifying. It did not simply appear black. It was the negation of sight, of light, of the concept of seeing. Looking at it made her eyes ache, her mind rebel against trying to process something that should not exist. Within the darkness, shapes moved. Or perhaps they did not move at all, and her mind invented motion to make sense of the incomprehensible. Whispers drifted from the Void. Not words. Not sounds. But impressions that bypassed her ears entirely and pressed directly into her thoughts.

That thing shifted her gaze toward me from Loid's face and I saw the most demonic smirk that sent shivers down my spine. “What are you doing? Can't you see what she is?” I asked Loid in a low tone while my eyes were still at that thing, trying to read it's moves. Its eyes were while, pupils but no irises, and the black dot in between that looked similar to the void. It's skin was raw and dark, covered with tar and smelled like death. It's teeth were razor sharp, as if it was a shark, no, it's teeth were like a leviathan.

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

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.

My Tempered Heart drummed a steady sixty beat rhythm: the solar enzyme in my blood flaring with a protective heat as it sensed the presence of its ancient enemy. Killian stepped forward: his slate grey muscles corded with a tension that made the obsidian floor beneath his paws groan. He stood beside me: a pillar of strength that had survived the absolute zero: but his silver eyes were wide with a rare and profound awe. "The First Void isn't just feeding: Elara. It’s trying to wear her. It’s trying to turn the source into a weapon of the vacuum.".