Into The Void Book Novels & Stories

The Void fragments inside me are stronger now, more integrated, like they’ve been waiting for this moment when I’d need them to survive returning to the place they came from. I reach the edge and don’t let myself hesitate because hesitation means thinking about what I’m about to do and thinking about it means I’ll probably change my mind. I step into the Void and it welcomes me like coming home. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming, that feeling of being unmade and remade simultaneously, of existing and not existing in the same moment. But the fragments inside me recognize this place and instead of fighting against the consumption they guide me through it, showing me how to exist in n

"You think a girl from the Peaks can match the strength of the West? Without your magic you’re meat." He raised the mallet for a killing blow. I looked at my arm—the one infected by the Void-ink. It was numb, cold as a glacier.. As I looked at the black veins I realized something. The Void wasn't a parasite. It was an absence of light.. What was the Moon if not an entity that lived in the absence of the sun? I didn't try to fight the ink. I embraced it. I let go of the spark of the Harbinger. I reached into the cold black vacuum within my arm and pulled it into my chest. My eyes didn't glow violet; they turned a terrifying starless black.

"The fact is that when you are set on doing something, nothing and no one can talk you out of it. I remember trying to talk you out of not golden stars, yet here we are. Do what you have to do, while I go get you some fresh blood." Immediately he left, I did something that I know will make Baron lose his shit. I entered her head again. But this time, I didn't enter to bring her out; I entered to wipe last night's event, turning it into nothing but a nightmare. Staring at her for the last time, wondering how I got involved and mixed up with her and the frightening thing is that I don't regret doing so. I didn't wait for Baron to get the blood, I went after him.

"They will become part of the void. They will return to where they came from." "No. I cannot do that. I cannot end them." "Then you must find another way. You must transform the void. You must fill it with something new." I closed my eyes and reached into the void. I felt the emptiness, the silence, the stillness. I felt the potential. The possibility. The dream that had not yet been dreamed. I reached into the memory of the new world. The wolves. The stories. The love. I pulled them out, thread by thread, and wove them into the void.

Cracks of silver light raced across his skin, and from each one came a different voice—an infant crying, a soldier begging, a woman screaming that she had never been given a chance. The voice thundered again. “Every unchosen path belongs to me.” Elara whispered the answer. “The Void beneath possibility.” The child shook his head. “No…” “It is the place where rejected choices go.” The Sleeper’s eyes narrowed. “And now it wants a body.” The Unchosen struggled against the shadow. “I don't belong to it!” The Void’s fingers sank deeper into him. His silver hair whipped around his face as his body began to unravel into doors, each one opening onto a life he had never been allowed to live.

The void is everything, exists in everything, hidden in the smallest elements, taking up all the spaces in between. Smiling, I tilt my head to the side and say a single word of intention, my eyes focused not on the dot itself, but on all the spaces between the surrounding spaces. “Shift.” The circle pulses, absorbing the voidstuff directly around it as everything that is not-void is pushed to the sides. “Open.” The gateway widens, spiraling from the center, pushing the solids and blending the liquid darkness of eternity until there is a circle tall enough for a dragon in full bestial form to walk through without effort.

The Silence. The Echo. She was beginning to see a pattern. "What is it?" she asked. Nobody answered. Not immediately. Then the Void answered. Its voice echoed across reality. Across stars. Across galaxies. Across every corner of creation. The memory of existence. The room became silent. The Void continued. Nothing truly disappears. The stars brightened slightly. Not worlds. A pause. Not people. Another pause. Not universes. Nova felt her heart race. The implications were enormous. Terrifying.

I can feel the void forming in the mirror–the portal, but it’s taking everything I am–everything inside of me–to open it. “MAEVE!” Logan screams over the thunderous, throbbing whirl that bursts my eardrums. “DO IT NOW!” Blood trickles from my ears as I restart the section of the spell my scream of pain interrupted. Hear me. Obey me. The book flies out of my hand as the room shatters. We’re sucked into a vacuum of sound. It’s like being trapped in a boom of thunder–so loud I can’t hear my own scream when the room fades into darkness. The sound stops. The movement stops. I feel nothing–like I’m suspended in a void. I open my eyes and see… stars. Yes, stars gliding past me in streaks of gold, p

Soren was already at my side, his hand pulsing with healing light Ewen stood back, but I saw the way his shoulders tightened—ready for war I looked at them And didn’t speak Because I couldn’t lie The Voidflame now lived with the goddess fire inside me And they weren’t enemies They were waiting for me to choose between them Or worse… Combine them --- Elder Rian looked at me with something between awe and dread “You’ve crossed into the Well,” he said. “The place of unmaking.” I nodded. “I didn’t fall. It pulled me.” Soren helped steady me on my feet. “What did you see?”

In the process, he had forgotten that he had once loved me too. Hazily, I heard someone calling my name. When I snapped back to reality, I saw Dad plunging a dagger through his chest. Even so, he was smiling. Slowly, I, too, faded away, with nothing left to feel.