Into The Void Book Novels & Stories

“Your Highness, follow me. Come to witness the book that is written as a prophecy all over the ages. This book came from the unknown and was believed that it was given by the spirits, never touched by who except the ones who have royal blood…” They moved away from the people for them to avoid following them until they reached the corner where the torches were now already out. Suddenly, Are lit up his staff and made light on their way to the forgotten room of the spirits. He slowly opened a square-like trap door and below was a dark pit. “It’s too dark, what’s in there?” she asked. “I’ll go first, just follow me…” Are said.

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

The light seemed to call to her, urging her onward through the winding streets of Nyxterra. The shadows around her deepened, and with every step, she felt like something was watching her from the darkness. She couldn’t see anyone, but the sensation was undeniable—the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and her pulse quickened. Despite the fear gnawing at the edges of her mind, Lyra pressed on, her gaze fixed on the light that was growing brighter as she neared it. Eventually, she turned a corner and found herself standing in front of a bridge. It stretched out over a vast chasm, disappearing into the thick fog that seemed to swallow everything in the distance. And there, at the very e

“There are wounds that never show on the body that is deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds”—Laurell K Hamilton, Mistrial’s Kiss Chaos’s P.O.V I lay in bed conscious to everything around me yet not so conscious. I was in a half comatose state and I could feel myself changing. Even I, am afraid of what the end result might be. It was a battle of wills that I lost the moment I found out that my mate was cheating on me.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

His other hand was in the pocket of his coat. "Okay, let's go then," I mumbled to myself and put the bowl in the lock. The fret jumbled as it turned into it. Click. With a quick step to the side, out of the line of fire, I yanked the door open. Nothing happened. I waited, but no proles jumped out to pounce on us. The empty frame was like a dark throat into another dimension. Not even a breeze dared to move in these seconds. Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment.

She had no face. I stepped back as I searched deep in my memories for my parent’s names and faces. However, nothing came up. Suddenly, everything around me began to have these black cracks. I looked over to mom and dad. No, whoever those things are. MY parents have faces. They are not my mom and dad. Crack! The walls and everything around me shattered. Soon, I was in a void of nothingness as I just fell endlessly with nothing to hold me. “Gabe…”

I took the book that I was reading and then I opened it and read as I ate my pizza. I was still reading when I heard a familiar voice "Is this seat free?" "You can see it empty, of course, it's free" I answered. I heard him chuckle as he sat on the chair in front of me "Wow, sassy much?" He replied. I got a bit offended so I decided to look up at him and saw Aziel. His deep blue eyes stared into me as if he is putting bullets in my body. I blinked a few times then I heard him talk again "You must've been into that book huh?"

A tremor ran through the ground — not from Soren, but from something vast awakening beneath. Travian’s eyes widened with dread. “You’ve awakened it.” Elara’s chest tightened. “Awakened what?” Travian turned, looking toward the horizon where black smoke coiled against the edge of the storm. His face hardened. “The thing that sleeps between creation and ruin. The first balance. The Void itself.” Soren’s voice dropped to a whisper. “It’s calling me.” Travian stepped forward, urgency cracking through his composure. “Then listen carefully — if it pulls you in, there will be no return. You’ll unmake not just yourself, but everything you love.”

Today it felt like a throat. Her magic itched under her skin. She tried Hiraya’s grounding drills. Count your breath. Name what you see. Feel where your body ends, and the world begins. She saw trees. Sky. Umbra. The lodge. She heard Umbra’s breathing. The wind through the branches. And something else. A whisper that wasn’t so much sound as pressure against her mind, like fingers tapping along the back of her neck. Umbra’s head snapped up. The fur along his spine rose.