Martial Void King Novels & Stories

A beam of violet light shot out, hitting the King’s crown. Suddenly, the air around Alaric began to ripple. The golden armor he wore started to turn into paper. His white horse let out a terrified whinny as its skin began to look like grey vellum. The Southern soldiers scrambled back in horror. This wasn't the magic of the North. This was the rot of the Void. "The King is an Auditor!" someone shouted from the ranks. "I am your King!" Alaric screamed, but his voice was changing. It was becoming a chorus of voices, the sound of a thousand debtors crying out at once.

"I'm a shopkeeper." "You were," he corrected. "Look at the floor, look at the air. You’re already a sovereign. The only difference is whether you choose to exercise that power or wait for them to come and take it from you." Julian stood up, his blades clattering onto the table. "He’s right. Every day we sit here, they’re getting stronger, and we’re just getting… more tired. We have to make a move." I looked at them both. The King and the rogue. I felt the weight of the potential in my veins, the raw, unrefined energy of the Void creatures I’d absorbed. It was screaming to be used, to be shaped into something that would force the universe to recognize my existence.

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

"They call you Null. Zero. Empty space." I grabbed the teenage boy. I handed him the rifle. The weight made his shoulders drop, but he gripped the stock. Static pricked his fingertips. "I am the Void," I told him. I looked into his eyes. "I am the biggest nothing in the world. And I am going to eat their King." I looked back at the army. My heart hammered against my ribs. Pounding. Painful. "Show them that empty space is dangerous. Show them that you are the end of everything."

He nodded his head and I shift back landing softly on the heavy tree trunk “What did you see?” Faran asked. I leaped down and walked towards the rest of the warriors belowground. Will came out of the shadows and followed my Killian. The Seelie king war his gold armor and the dark viridian tunic of his kind. His helmet although ancient had golden wings sticking out of both sides. Killian on the other hand looked relaxed despite his minimalistic clothing choice, “They’ve passed the graveyard,” I say looking at all of them carefully to keep my voice low enough to not arouse suspicion.

"If you channeled my magic now I think it would kill you and I don't want that." "You underestimate me," Violet replied, forcing herself to smile. "I haven't met a Monarch yet I couldn't handle." He smirked, showing faint dimples. "I'm nothing like your Storm King, Violet. My magic doesn't calm. It has no release. Its constant, unrelenting, and violent." "I guess that's what happens when you steal the magic of other Monarchs. One body can only hold so much. Perhaps you've reached your limits, king."

announced the master of the banquet, his voice carrying across the courtyard. We immediately curtsied deeply and held our positions as the grand doors of the throne hall creaked open. All eyes turned toward the entrance where King Lucian Devereux emerged. His figure exuded regal majesty, commanding attention. His tall and powerful frame was draped in luxurious robes that shimmered in the twilight. The crown atop his head glinted with precious gems, but it was his face that drew a quiet gasp from my lips. King Lucian possessed a manly beauty that was both striking and captivating. His chiseled features, sharp jawline, and silvery gray eyes spoke of authority and grace.

I took it from her with a nod, ignoring the curious gazes from my family. The gift was rather flat and I tried to imagine which baby items it was as I opened it. Surprisingly, it was an envelope. I opened it curiously and my heart skipped the moment I saw the handwriting. It was one I would never forget. The cursive letters were the writing of the one man who had my heart. One, which, unfortunately, I couldn't marry because my father set his eyes on Thomas’ wealth and affluence. Damian, the rogue king.

The guy was dressed in a red wine shirt and a blue jeans, and he was the same guy who called to inform Darhl about the fact that Larry was dead. Darhl was about to say something when the doors to the meeting room opened and a dishevelled looking Larry came sauntering inside. Everyone all turned to look at him, and he just raised his right hand and waved it as if to say don't even bother asking because I also have no idea what just happened. He moved swiftly to the empty seat and sat down before saying hi to Darhl. Larry is the only vampire who doesn't bow to Darhl which made the other vampires envy him because he was not even a born vampire, yet he has a status that was higher than that of a