Eyes Of The Void Novels & Stories

His voice pulsed with an aura of might that caused the earth to tremble. Diva's heart leaped. The Void—a name spoken only in terror-tight, trembling gasps—arrived, something that consumed everything it touched. She beheld the eyes of her enemy burning with the same horrendous blackness, and her stomach growled with the realization that this war was anything but over.

It wasn’t consuming me yet, It was waiting and this thing wearing my mother’s face was feeding it. “You don’t want peace,” I said, my breath coming in shallow pulls. “You want the seed.” The smile vanished completely. The woman’s features twitched, the skin rippling as though something beneath it was pressing outward. “Clever girl,” the Void said, its voice slipping beneath the illusion like rot under paint. “You were always stronger than you knew.” The face cracked not into grief, not into sorrow, but into something sharp and wrong. The eyes went black, endless pits swirling with violet light.

The vampires remained perfectly still, but their crimson eyes burned with a cold, calculated fury. "The door to their world has been found," Killian continued, his golden eyes sweeping over the crowd. "We are not going to wait for them to build another one. We are going to cross the threshold. We are going to the Void." A murmur of unease finally broke the disciplined silence. The Void wasn't a physical place like a jungle or a mountain; it was the absence of existence. It was a vacuum of dark matter and entropy.

“Nah. It is very unlikely. I swear the man has eyes at the back of his head. Oh, right. We also discovered Void’s army thanks to him.” “Void’s army? What army? He has an army?” “Yeah. It surprised us too. Allegedly, it is made up of witches, vampires, wolves, and everything in between.” “Why- wait. You said allegedly. You have not seen it?” “No. He saw it first and told us about it. We are stuck on the best way to spy on them ourselves. What would be the whole point if we are caught and recruited into his army.” “Hmm, yeah. That would be bad. So, what's your plan?”

“She clearly doesn’t want you to be her friend.” In the middle of downing it, I realised that something bothered me about her, not the mark alone that was connected to me or maybe not, since I didn’t know if it wasn’t fake or not. It was her eyes. Her dark blue eyes belonged to some gothic tale about souls sucking black magic. Her eyes were two pools of void. In the middle of that void, there was a raging fire. Each time I stared at her and she met my own eyes with defiance, I couldn’t help but fall into them, sucked deep until someone had to pull me out, breathless and confused.

The word echoed endlessly. “Found you.” The void shook violently beneath it. Elara froze where she stood, unable to breathe as the massive eye stared down at her from the darkness above. It was impossibly large, ancient beyond comprehension, its iris shifting with pale violet light that resembled fractures spreading across glass. For the first time since entering the void, fear truly gripped her. Not fear of death. Fear of being seen. The second creature slowly stepped backward, its calm composure cracking for the first time.

She gasped, but no sound came out. Her flames, gone, Her light, snuffed out. Her heart, still pounding, but slow, uncertain. She tried to summon fire, tried to burn even a spark into her palm, but her body gave her nothing. Her veins felt hollow, stripped of the gold that had always been there. The void swallowed everything, And then, eyes opened in the dark. Not one pair, but thousands. Lids peeling back in unison, irises glowing pale white, all fixed on her drifting figure. They blinked without sound, without expression. Watching. Judging. Waiting.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

He has the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and the moment our eyes locked, I felt something snap into place, and the whole forest just vanished in my sight. It was just him and me. 'Mate…' Serenity whimpered in my head. He’s my mate. ¤¤¤¤¤ Stealing The Heart of My Alpha is the third and final book in the Black Shadow Pack Series Spin-off Novels, but can be read as a stand-alone.

I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor. His embrace used to bring me warmth and comfort. Now, it brought me nothing but disgust. Marcus couldn't care less about the fresh injuries he got from the shards. He shifted to his knees and began crawling toward me slowly. Two long trails of blood extended from behind him. He thought he could cancel out the damage he had inflicted on me by getting hurt himself. Soon, Marcus hugged me once again, his senses completely overwhelmed by panic and anxiety. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder as he began whimpering sadly.