Into The Void Book Novels & Stories

Gabriel answered: "Some are older than the pyramids." "That's impossible." "The Keepers weren't concerned with what was possible." She picked up a book. The cover carried her family symbol. She opened it. The first page contained a sentence. THE CHILD OF THE VOID SHALL RETURN WHEN THE SEVEN GATES AWAKEN. Aria's hands trembled. "Child of the Void?" Gabriel looked over her shoulder. "Keep reading." She turned the page. There was a drawing. A woman.

The walls had been repainted, and new furniture now occupied the living room, but the faint scent of her mother's favorite lavender cleaner filled her nose along with the smell of something cooking. “You didn’t call,” Dorothea said, shutting the door behind her. “I didn’t have time,” She replied flatly, setting her suitcase down near the stairs. Her mother wrung her hands. “You should’ve called.” “What difference would it have made?” Kallista snapped. Before Dorothea could respond, a deep voice cut through the tension. “Kallista? Is that you?” Benedict Jones entered the room, a glass of whiskey in hand. The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anyt

Some parts of the edges were smoothly scraped while other parts were left disfigured. I stepped into the entrance, and then I saw another entrance without a door. Instantly, I knew that was where the voices came from so I slowly unsheathed my dagger to avoid making a sound. Moving close enough to the entrance, I realized that Thalia’s letter had saved me from a lot of trouble. She was trying to tell me an easier way of getting into King Iris palace without following the normal way where I’d have to fight with hundreds of Soldiers. The opportunity has come. A chance to set things in place and bring an end to the bloodshed. I make a move through the entrance, and more candle lights welcomed me

She was to focused on her work to really think that this is what people were like when they met the other half of themselves. She went into her memories and remembered the stories her father had told her. How the gods thought humans could be too powerful with their two heads, four arms, and four legs. That they were the complete creature that could be totally happy because they were whole. So, the gods split them in half, one head, two arms, and two legs and only half of what they were. Doomed to search for their other half for their lifetime. Her sisters and brothers had thought the story to be just that a story, but the little girl with the considerable imagination could see it happening i

Shia and Langrion, unable to part from each other for a second, walked hand in hand behind Khailis and Marmie. Tugging at Langrion’s coat, Shia remembered what Sirion said about the void. “We heard that the void had been compromised. What happened?” Langrion ran his hand into his hair, recalling what had taken place. “The void turned into a sort of stomach. We trudged for hours in the dark. Thankfully, we were able to get out of it in time to see you and Khailis.” “You walked in the void for hours? Did you enter it early?”

Toward Aria. I hadn’t chosen that path. Had I? A chill slithered down my spine. I cleared my throat and deliberately lifted my hands off the parchment. “We proceed as outlined,” I continued smoothly, forcing calm into my voice. But as I spoke, I felt it. That same hum from the library. Colder now. Sharper. A presence brushing the edges of my thoughts. The Void. It had answered me. It had filled me. My fingers twitched again, wanting to drag across the map, to alter the strategy, to aim not for strategic collapse—but for annihilation.

Not because of Lyra. Not because of Astra. Because of him. Because of the way he stood there. Unmoving. Unshaken. Choosing me. The void studied him. Then it spoke softly. “You are not part of the correction.” Rex didn’t move. “I don’t care what you are.” The void tilted. Curious. “You will not stop what is becoming.” Rex’s grip on my hand tightened. “Try me.” Something flickered in the darkness. Not anger. Not amusement.

I couldn't feel the ground. This was the final filter. The place where the soul was stripped naked before entering the Ninth. "The Void is a mirror of the self," Luca’s voice filtered in the dark. "If you do not know who you are, the Void will decide for you." I felt the darkness beginning to press into my skin, looking for a crack, a weakness. It tried to tell me I was a disgraced Alpha. It tried to tell me I was a human. It tried to tell me I was a murderer.

"But the Void trial was meant to be theoretical. No one was supposed to actually attempt it." "Why create it then?" "Because the creators wanted to understand if consciousness could exist without context. The Void strips everything away—power, memory, identity, even the concept of self. Most who enter simply... cease." "Most?" Shadow-Aria caught the implication. "Three have entered throughout all existence. None returned unchanged." "Did they survive?" Marina hesitated. "They became something else. Not dead but not alive. Existing without being." I stepped toward the threshold. The moment my foot crossed, I felt it begin. My magic, the first to go—shadow and light peeling away like old paint

He stared at her. "It was never the void." She looked at the north wall where it had come through. At the stone that had let it pass without damage. "The void is the language. It's the medium." She looked at the book. At the writing. "What's been consuming consciousness-humans. What took seven billion people. It's not the void itself." "Then what is it." She held out the book. He read. Went very still. "Someone's using it," he said.