Fall Into Void Novels & Stories

The engulfing darkness of the void seemed to have a gravity of its own, drawing everything towards it with an insatiable hunger. The once ethereal landscape of the Nexus was fracturing, islands of moments breaking apart and being devoured by the ever-expanding abyss. Alec, always quick to act, shouted, "Guardians, we must retreat! This void will consume everything if we don't move now." Lysandra, her face pale, added, "This isn't just any void. It's raw, unbridled emptiness. It seeks to erase, not just consume."

he gives me a look that says ‘stupid question’, “Why did you leave it open then? Surely you could have kept me from entering.” “I did, you just came through anyway,” he tells me, finally showing an interest, “How did you get into the void?” “I don’t know, I just wanted to follow you and then I was falling,” I tell him, shivering at the memory. I’m not sure how I’d survived the impact, it hurt so much I was sure I’d die. “Interesting,” he tells me, “Your affinity must me high.” My brows furrow, “Affinity in what?”

The Heart was weakening. “Tell me how to help,” he said. “You cannot here. You must return. The breach is closing.” “How do I return?” The radiance folded rapidly, collapsing toward a single point above him. “Hold to your identity. Remember the shape of yourself.” “What does that mean—?” But the void was already collapsing. The light converged into a vortex and pulled him downward, compressing him through space so tight he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—not that he was breathing—and then—

The air felt charged, like the moments before a storm splits the sky. Cael’s chamber door opened before I knocked. He stood there already awake, silver eyes assessing me calmly. “You’ve seen something,” he said. “Yes.” I stepped inside without invitation. “Playtime is over,” I told him. “Whatever restraint you’ve been operating under, it ends now.” A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face. Not offense. Not surprise. Resolve. “I have entered the void,” Cael said. “More than once. I can reach her,” he continued, voice steady. “But only briefly. The void does not yield easily. It is not a place one conquers. It is a place one survives.”

“You sure?” I nodded. The shadows rose. The Void opened. And the world disappeared into darkness. The moment the shadows closed around us, the world disappeared. Not darkness. Not exactly. It felt more like falling into something soft and endless. For a heartbeat there was nothing but silence. Then the ground vanished beneath our feet. Marcus swore. “Okay—this is definitely worse.” But instead of falling, something held us. Something gentle. The Void. I could feel it now in a way I hadn’t before.

She lunged forward, her fingers locking into the leather of his vest. The "Second Heartbeat" in her chest gave a massive, subsonic boom, and the world simply ceased to be solid. Using a Void-Step that felt like falling through a freezing vacuum, she phased them both straight through the marble floor of the bridge. ​They plummeted. One moment they were in the salt-wind of the battle, and the next, they were falling through a vertical maintenance shaft. The air pressure changed instantly, a heavy, metallic weight pressing against their eardrums as they bypassed three levels of Southern fortifications. The scent of woodsmoke and ice was replaced by the sterile, biting sting of ozone and chemica

he rumbles, strengthening his thrusts so his monster of a cock hits my deepest of places. Shit, it feels good, so much better than I could even imagine. How was it that one person could make me feel like I was fading into oblivion like him? Was it because we were practically strangers? Was it because we could be caught at any second since we were in a car? Or was there something else between us? Something so much deeper than mere emotion? “More,” Ciaran growls, snapping me out of my head. “Scream my name, little mate.”

The Void realm was not darkness. It was an absence. The space between thoughts. The moment before existence. The nothing that came before everything. We fell through it. Our merged consciousness stretched thin. Pulled in directions that should not exist. Kade’s memories bled into mine. Mine into his. Until we could no longer tell who was who. “Stay focused,” we told ourselves. “Remember why we came. Remember the pack. Remember love.” But the Void was hungry for memories. It ate them as we passed. Consumed our past like food. First the small things. What we ate yesterday. What colour was the sky? Then bigger things. Names. Faces. Purpose.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

Before anything. Infinite, terrible, beautiful potential. And it was waking up. "No," our First whispered. "We didn't mean to—" Too late. The Void had been disturbed. Decided to return everything to potential. Unmake reality. The Council fled. We couldn't. Too distributed. Too between. Too fragmented. The Void reached for us. To return. To unmake. "Mama!" Lyra screamed. The Void touched one fragment. That piece stopped being. Unmade. Returned to potential.