Scion Of The Void Novels & Stories

The car she was in felt tight and stuffy because she had to ride with Taheem. His presence made her feel vulnerable, made her feel like a prey caught by a hunter's trap and left out in the open for the predators picking, so when the car continued driving past the car Omar was in, heading to the back of the mansion, she panicked. "Get down." Taheem had said when the car came to a stop as he himself got down, but Megan who had been thinking up the different ways they could butcher and hide her body, hadn't heard him at first.

world? follow the "Trek through the Void" where the Pack's memories are tested?**

She’s light enough that if it weren’t for that I probably would forget that she was even there. So wrapped up in the feeling of freedom as I glide through the trees, I don’t even realize that we’ve made it to Riverglen until Iselyn yanks on the fur at the base of my throat. I hear myself whine and skid to a halt. I sniff the air for any sign of Jace and pick up on his scent to the west. Lemon and mint and cedar wood with a hint of gasoline. I follow the scent. Intoxicated by it as it gets stronger and stronger.

The air thickened, carrying the scent of wet soil and burnt honey, and the ground beneath my boots trembled as if the earth itself recoiled. Jason stepped back, dragging Eden with him. My son's hand went to the helix-shaped scar on his throat, his face paling as the Crown's poison-*my* poison-flared in response to the blooms. Kael limped closer to my side, his breath labored, the gash on his flank still weeping. "This is her doing," he muttered. "The Voidmother's seeds." The blooms pulsed, their dark light casting long shadows that didn't match the trees. Something moved inside them-shapes fluttering behind the glass-like shards, trapped moths battering against a lantern.

I said, my voice flat and dangerous. "Zora, don't," Kemi warned, stepping forward, her hand reaching for my shoulder. "The 'Void-Hybrid' is a one-way siphon. What is taken cannot be returned. If you try to reverse the flow, you’ll kill the heir. You’ll kill the only thing left of the Thorne line." I looked up at Kemi, and the radioactive violet fire in my eyes made her flinch. "The Thorne line isn't a ledger, Kemi. It’s a man. And he’s my man."

He looked like a man holding onto sanity by his fingernails. "Don't you think I'm trying?" Vida snapped, wiping blood from her nose with her sleeve. "This is Void Magic, Daxon. It doesn't play by the rules of nature. It demands a specific key. A frequency. Without it, this book is just a paperweight." I stood in the corner, deep in the shadows, swirling my own drink...a vintage scotch laced with a few drops of O-negative I kept in my flask. I wasn't looking at Vida. I was looking at Mathias.

"Vance was a man with goals. He thought he was making a super-soldier. He didn't realize he was just preparing the way. The Blackwood Project was never about wolves, Elara. It was about controlling the Unspoken." He reached out a hand toward Leo, who was shaking and crying. The shadows of the Unspoken coiled around Aurelius's feet like dogs. They didn't attack; they just waited. "The boy is the key, " Aurelius said, his voice full of awe. "A born hybrid, born at the right place and time. He is the 'Sovereign Vessel'. Once I transfer the Unspoken’s consciousness into him the Void will have a home. No more hiding in the shadows. No more fear of the light. We will become something."

I felt a strange hum beneath one of the engravings as I brushed my fingertips over it. I whispered, "These carvings are... stories." With his blue eyes narrowing at the inscriptions, Damon knelt next to me. With grimness, he uttered, "Stories of the Void." It used to be a celestial entity. Perhaps a guardian. I muttered, "But something changed," as my fingers traced a picture of a glowing person encircled by others before being engulfed by sharp shadows. The deep, mocking voice of the Void pierced the oppressive silence. "Oh, little one, you've discovered my past."

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

Leo then wiped the muzzle of the gun before suddenly raising it and pointing it at Jasper's head without warning. "Our base camp treasures and treats talented people well, but we do not tolerate people who claim credit on other people's behalf." Jasper trembled slightly. However, he forced himself to speak. "Dr. Grayson belongs to our base!" The rest of the team began supporting his statement. "That's right! Dr. Grayson belongs to our base camp! You have no right to take her away from us!" "The water source Dr. Grayson found belongs to our base camp! You can't take that from us!"