Screaming Into The Void Novels & Stories

Amos's POV - Inside the Void The Void is worse than I imagined. There's no light, no sound, no sense of direction. Just endless darkness pressing in from all sides, trying to tear my soul apart. Whispers echo around me—voices of the dead, souls that got lost here and never escaped. They claw at my light, trying to drag me down into oblivion with them. "Mira!" I shout into the darkness. "Mira, where are you?" No response. Just the hungry whispers getting louder.

Her voice echoed through the cave as she let out a piercing scream, her throat raw with the effort. The sound of her voice reverberated through the cavernous space, echoing off the walls and filling the air both within and beyond the cave's mouth. The reverberating sound that escaped her lips echoed throughout the cave, causing the lycanthropes to cower in fear. Nero and his allies, who were furious about Verity's pleas, weren't blind to the commotion.

How can it be from within? Screaming , and the sound of explosions has my heart almost bursting out my chest . ' Orion ' I try through the mind-link as i shift and take off on my paws to the hospital ' Orion ' I am met with silence . I need to get to them now ....

In a ring, she answered and instantly got worried when she heard me crying. "What's wrong, Kelsie?" she sounded in panic. When I hadn't uttered a single word, "Kelsie, talk to me!" she spoke impatiently. "Hailey, I can't stay long here in California," I sobbed. I told her that my sanity is on the edge of my limit. I was miserable and couldn't endure living in the four corners of the house. "I want to go back to Scottsdale," I muttered in between my cries.

I’m alone. The tiny shred of composure snaps. The scream comes from deep in my soul. It rips through me like lightning through the sky on a stormy night. I have no throat for it to burn. I have no lungs to refill with air that doesn’t exist. I just scream and let what’s left of me fall apart.

They were loud, overlapping, clawing at my skull. They never stopped. "Please!! Oh, please!! Somebody get him to stop!" "Don't shoot! I didn't—" "No!!!" "Not the ear!!" "Fuck!! Wait!!!" Too many voices. Why did everyone have to scream? They confused me! I tilted my head back to the ceiling, squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to rattle them out of me with a shake. Focus, Void. Focus. This is important. They didn't leave completely—they never did—but the volume dropped enough for me to keep my hands steady.

My vocal cords strain against the silence, but the void swallows every vibration before it can form into something real. I twist my body, neck craning painfully as I search frantically for a ledge, a crack, a single handhold in this endless darkness. Still nothing. Just me and the hungry void, its maw opened wide to consume me whole. Panic squeezes my lungs with iron bands, my chest burning with a helplessness so profound it feels like drowning on dry land. Then— A light.

I needed to release it, to scream into the void. “Fuckkkk! I hate you Juliana, you bitch! I hate you Giovanni!” I yelled, the words tearing from my throat, raw and hoarse. My voice echoed in the confined space of the backseat, a futile roar against an unyielding cage. It was a scream to no one, for no one, a desperate release of the venom that coursed through my veins. The sound died quickly, leaving only the deafening silence and the bitter taste of my own impotence.

Why can't I turn them off, or slow them down? Words go unspoken, unheard. They get stuck in my throat. I need to scream into the empty, open-air, but all sounds dissolve into the vacuum of the dark void, surrounding me. My mind's vibrating so loud that I have the urge to put my hands on my ringing ears and silence it. I'm getting dizzy with the overwhelming feeling of fear. The impending doom, hanging over me.