Scion Of The Void Novels & Stories

a new voice boomed through the Abyss. From the pillars of obsidian, the High Council of the East emerged. They weren't in their "Virtual" forms anymore. They were beings of solid, black-light energy, their eyes the color of old blood. They had followed us into the Abyss, and they were carrying the Scythe of the Fourteenth Cycle. "You gave the Star-Child a stomach, Darlene," Elder Valerius spoke, his voice sounding like grinding gears. "And now, she has found the ultimate meal. Once she consumes the Abyss, she will become the Void-Alpha. And we will be the ones holding the leash".

My Tempered Heart drummed a steady sixty beat rhythm: the solar enzyme in my blood flaring with a protective heat as it sensed the presence of its ancient enemy. Killian stepped forward: his slate grey muscles corded with a tension that made the obsidian floor beneath his paws groan. He stood beside me: a pillar of strength that had survived the absolute zero: but his silver eyes were wide with a rare and profound awe. "The First Void isn't just feeding: Elara. It’s trying to wear her. It’s trying to turn the source into a weapon of the vacuum.".

dripping with violet oil. ​"Who are they?" Kaelen asked. ​"The 'Scavengers of the Void'," a voice whispered from the depths of the Link. It was Aethel, her voice a faint, dying ember in their minds. "The ones who eat the worlds that 'Fail' their evolution. Leo Vane... you didn't save the Earth. You just made it 'Delicious'." ​Leo looked at the black ship. He felt a new "Variable" beginning to form in the center of his chest. It wasn't Zero, and it wasn't the Wolf. It was something "New."

He remained the thirteen-foot Shadow Lycan, his obsidian fur absorbing the little light that remained, his violet Alpha runes glowing with a terrifying, cosmic fury. I looked at the hundreds of Void Stalkers surrounding my home, threatening my children. "You want the Void?" I whispered, my voice carrying the tectonic rumble of the magma core in my chest. I raised both hands, my eyes glowing a blinding, molten silver. "Then choke on it."

They swarmed out like a black tide, hundreds of them, their formless shapes blurring into a sea of oblivion as they drifted toward our defensive line. I watched endless void shadows pour out of the rifts like a black tide. Our balanced barrier was holding, but it was rapidly weakening. Fenrir's voice rang out grave and desperate. "The scout was only a distraction. The Void is sending its army." A massive rift in the center of the sky tore open wider than all the rest. A towering, colossal void figure slowly emerged from the pure nothingness. It was far larger, far colder, far more ancient than the faceless messenger.

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

"She hunted them. Look at the puncture marks. Those aren't from asteroids." The suspense reached its peak as a "Spectral Signature" appeared on the hull-sensors. Something was moving through the graveyard—a creature of pure, condensed shadow that didn't follow the laws of biology. It was a Void-Stalker, the planet’s "Immune System," sent to reclaim the matter that had escaped its surface. "It’s not attacking the hull," Vane reported, her voice trembling. "It’s... it’s feeding on our resonance. It’s eating the Synthesis!"

A cloud of black smoke coalesced, twisting into a monstrous silhouette with burning violet eyes. The Voidborn emerged. "H̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶G̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶u̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶r̶-̶t̶o̶u̶c̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶c̶h̶i̶l̶d̶.̶"

This is a monster that is tied to the pack shifters so whatever his crime may be, they don't relate to me. I just want to find Aria and take her back. Nothing more. Maybe one day, he'll become a rogue and I'll be someone he meets again, but when I look at him again I don't think that. Darien must have been killing for a very long time, something that either chips away at the conscience until there's nothing left. Or he becomes good enough at it, he can't get caught. I suspect it's both the latter and the former. The scent that smells like my shadows still lingers in the air, and by now my nose is perked up, my hands hanging over my sword.

Serena smirked, recalling how Damien managed to restrain his desires in the office, indicating his strong self-control. Maureen nodded without hesitation. "You will, absolutely." "Want to bet on it?" Maureen's interest piqued and she pointed downstairs at the Porsche. "How about that limited edition Porsche?" "Deal," Serena agreed without a second thought. Maureen chuckled. "Isn't that your husband's car? Can you really wager it?" Serena's grin turned mischievous. "Sweetheart, you said it yourself—he's my husband. What's his is mine. Besides, I've done him such a big favor; taking a little something as a reward isn't too much to ask..."