Fall Into Void Novels & Stories

It struck the master’s core. The void screamed. The Nameless One shuddered, its body fracturing, its endless shape crumbling from the inside out. It reached for her But it was too late. The fire consumed it. And with one last, shuddering breath The void collapsed. The master fell. And the bond held. The void cracked. Not just a fracture. A collapse. The master reeled, its form unraveling. Shadows peeled away in strips, curling into nothingness as the fire burned through its core.

"Whatever you're going to do, Melissa, get it done right away!" I concentrated all my strength into a single blow. Fear, something I had never seen before, filled the Void's red eyes as it shuddered. Then its center started to implode as I was about to launch my strike. All around it, including me, a whirlpool of whirling blackness tugged. I was in danger of being pulled into a void of nothingness when the Void collapsed. The tug was unrelenting. The crumbling shape of the Void turned into a spiraling pit of utter blackness. Its force pulled me toward the emptiness, lifting my feet off the earth.

CHAPTER 122—INTO THE VOID The void was alive. Every step, every heartbeat, every breath felt like it was being recorded by the darkness itself. The bridge had vanished behind them, swallowed by the yawning nothingness, leaving Riven, Luca, and Bishop plummeting into a liminal space where time and reality bent like molten glass.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

The sky obscured encouragement, and a single voice, profound and thunderous, filled the air. "You may have destroyed my soldiers, but you will never reach the heart of the void." The ground gave way, and the group fell into the darkness below, swallowed by the very void they sought to destroy.

They turned into masses of void, devoid of life and movement and energy. So, without their thrusters counteracting gravity, all began to descend down to whatever celestial body they were hiding behind. Each sank down further and further, some through thick atmosphere, most with no friction at all. Those that crashed onto void planets simply became subsumed into the greater mass. There wasn’t any sign of their bodies shattering or breaking or bending - they simply fell in and that was it. Those that struck untouched planets or asteroids or moons instead caused the void to creep across their surfaces. Godeater spread itself across those celestial bodies through the void ships and ultimately co

“Total collapse.” The man staggered back from his crumbling tower. His eyes darted, calculating. For the first time, he looked small. “You caused this,” he muttered. Seren stepped forward, steady despite the strain pulling at her. “No,” she said. “You fractured the system. You forced rigidity. Now the void is exploiting the cracks.” The grid beneath us shuddered violently. The void was close enough now that I could see it clearly. Not darkness. Not shadow. An absence of pattern.

Or maybe his fears were different. We walked on. The second trap was a pit. Neal stepped on a patch of ground that looked solid. It was not. The earth gave way beneath him. He fell, his arms flailing. I grabbed his wrist. Noah grabbed mine. We pulled him back just as a dark, hungry void opened below. It was not a hole in the ground. It was a hole in reality. A spiritual void. If he had fallen in, he would not have died. He would have simply... ceased. Unmade.

If zombies exist then I’m probably one of them. Blank mind and walking like a crazy dude, that’s me right now. I’m now here somewhere in our city walking, not minding the people around me. It’s not because I don’t give a damn about them, it’s because my brain can’t handle some shits anymore.

I slowly drifted from the apartment to a small dark room. "It's all your fault!" a voice said. "I died because of you!" the voice accused. My heart began to ache as I recognized the voice, "Scott? Is that you." "Shut up!" the voice snapped, moments later I was dragged by my hair and tossed into the flames. "Scott, Scott please," I begged as I tried to stand up, "Please Scott, don't do this." A liquid was poured over me which ignited the fire, and soon I started to burn while his menacing laughter filled the room. His face flashed in front of me, burnt. I let out a piercing scream as the flames began to consume me.