Herrscher Of Void Novels & Stories

She looked at the notebook in her hand—the last battered vestige of her life before the war. "It let us think we were fighting for order, while all we were doing was removing the competition so it could feed on the vacuum." ​The Primordial descended. “ The choice is simple. The Void is a dying engine. It requires a permanent stabilizer to restart the cycle of creation. You have already demonstrated the capacity to bind reality through your pact. Surrender your identities, fuse with the structure of this space, and become the laws that govern the next epoch. Or, suffer the deletion of everything you have ever touched.” ​

acknowledgment of imperfection." Void was silent for a long time. Thinking. Processing. Understanding something new. "I still hate what you did," Void finally said. "Still hate being transformed. Still hate existing instead of voiding. But I understand now. Understand you are not evil. Understand you are not monster. Understand you are simply being who did wrong while trying to do right. That does not excuse what you did. Does not make it acceptable. Does not erase the violation. But it makes it understandable. Makes it human. Makes it real. I can hate what you did without hating you. Can reject the action without rejecting the being. Can refuse to forgive the violation without refusing to

The First Judge's face changed. Not concern. Something nobody thought he could feel. Fear. And he whispered the name of the being that had existed before gods, before blood and before darkness. "The Void Emperor." The crimson moon above the world shattered completely. And the sky finally broke.

The sword in its hand was even more terrifying. It was not forged from metal. It was forged from nothingness itself. Where its blade passed, reality simply ceased to exist. The Celestial Keeper took a slow step forward. “I never believed I would see one again.” Aurel frowned. “What is it?” The Keeper answered in a low voice. “A Null Sovereign.” “The first champion of the Void.” Silence fell over the palace. “The Void does not create armies.” “It creates rulers.” “This one has conquered more than a thousand worlds.”

"Her mate will betray her?" "No," the Seer had shaken her head. "That man was never her true mate. He was only the one she thought was hers. On the night of the Blood Moon, when the truth is revealed, her heart will die. That is when you must appear and give her a new life." Torin committed the words to memory. But he had one more question. "On what grounds do I enter the Omega quarters?" According to Alliance law, an Alpha could not just enter as he pleased. Not unless it was for a claiming ceremony.

Has she been toying with him all along just like he is doing with her? Now that he thinks about that, it was always him who succumbed to her wishes, who let her run wild in this kingdom raising havoc. It's his army, his men who are doing the grunt work; His places where they are keeping the captives; His money which is being used to hire the mercenaries. All that mage is doing is chanting some silly lines, doing some stupid magic tricks any mage can do. Enough! He has let that mortal make him dance on her tune. He, an immortal with centuries of experience.

As the fight ensues around us, I take another step back and blink my blurry eyes. The emotions inside of me unbearably swell as I try to ignore his sincere words. Before I can make a choice, The Creator steps forward and growls, “He’s deceiving you. He is the king of lies and deceit. Remember all of the pain you suffered because of his selfishness. Though my heart shies from the idea of hurting him, I refuse to listen as I rush to the void and pour my vile. As soon as I do, an explosion of power bursts through the void like a reverse waterfall as it bursts through the ceiling and expands as it destroys everything in its path.

".. No. It's just that Her Majesty... and His Majesty the Emperor aren't who the rumors say they are." (Rumours that Azazel and I are such a tyrant rulers? From his perspective, I believe I could understand.) "Allow them to think whatever they want. I'm unconcerned about what others think of me. Think of me whatever you want." I snapped my fingers back, and the ice in the room, including the ice that had frozen both his legs and hands, instantly melted and vanished. "... You.." "I believe you are serious in what you are saying. But I also believe that you're here on someone's order."

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”