Staring Into The Void Novels & Stories

Into the connection. Into the system itself. And the void for the first time... Doesn’t feel like the end.

The silence lasted only three seconds. Then the island screamed. It wasn't a human sound. It wasn't an animal sound. It was the sound of metal bending, stone cracking, and something enormous forcing its way through the earth. Aria tightened her grip around Lucian. "What's happening?" Lucian stared at the floor. "It's coming." "What is?" "The part of me that never left." Seraphina stepped closer. "The Void." Lucian nodded. "I thought we trapped it."

Some live in the spaces between words, between glances, between what’s allowed and what’s felt. And even if I never see him again, every time I stand in front of a window at sunset, I still feel that first spark, the one that started it all.

The dark was dominating the sky when I looked out the window, as I tried to adjust my eyes to the lights in the room, with my single left eye opened. Though I was awake, I still didn’t feel like standing up. Another few minutes of lazily lying-in bed, staring into the nothingness of the ceiling. I feel lucky for this very peculiar capability of my psyche. I can stare into nothingness without thinking anything. Might sound, a little hard to understand but it’s an issue with people where they are unable to stop their brain from thinking, even if they look into a void, a thought still keeps invading their mind. Luckily for me, I could stare at something with absolutely not a single thought in m

I have to get closer to his body, maybe used his hand to block the wind. I cried as I did, especially since Ryan's eyes were still open, staring right into my soul. "Don't give me that look." I pushed at his head, causing it to make a cracking sound. And again I throw up. I looked at him; I don't know what I was feeling then. ‘Do spirits really haunt people?’ ‘Daddy won't like this if anyone ever found out I killed someone.’ The smell of burning flesh almost killed me. I lost everything from my stomach at that, and even when it was empty, I was still throwing up.

I could hear muffled sounds as I floated in the black void I was locked in, words like doctor and help come in and filled the void echoing through the hollow space. Who is that? That’s not your concern just focus on going through the darkness towards the end of this so called void But why am I here? What is this? Shut up and enjoy the peace whilst we still can I don’t understand what’s going on, what....what is this place? How do I get out?

He typed. Deleted. Typed again. Finally: Nate: You're getting bold. Max: I told you. Nate: About what? Max: I know what I want. Nate stopped breathing for a second. He didn't respond. Not that night. Not the next morning. Max didn't chase him. He simply waited. ---------------------- Eventually, Nate called. "You've been quiet." Max's voice was amused. "Have I?" "Yes." "Busy?" "That's not what I meant."

I knew that it would be the question that my mate asked me, it would be one of the many and I knew that it would be the question that would possible anger him and that it would dredge up bad memories for me but until that day arrived, I would push it to the back of my mind and live in the present for the time being. After my internal monologue, I stood up and look back into the void. The light that circled the fox was a bit closer, I smiled and waved promising that I'd be back to visit. Then turning back towards the sleeping form of my human self, I crouched down and touched my shoulder. Warmth washed over me and suddenly I was filled with light and then the endless void of no vision surroun

A hole where something should be. "The Void is not like the others," Freya says. Her voice is measured, careful. "The Watchers observe. The Unseen record. The Void consumes." "Consumes what?" "Everything. Light. Shadow. Life. Meaning. It does not want to rule. It does not want to destroy. It wants to erase." I look at my mother. Her face is pale, her silver eyes dim with a fear I have rarely seen. "How do we fight something that wants to erase us?" I ask.

The huge villa fell into a dead silence again. This time, no one came to disturb him. Ryan stood in the center of the empty living room and looked around. Nothing had changed. The furniture was exactly the same. And yet the place felt unbearably hollow. The lights were all on, bright as ever, but they couldn’t touch the darkness inside him. “Jane?” He called out cautiously. No answer. Only his own voice bouncing off the cold walls. He staggered toward the liquor cabinet, his hands shaking so badly he could barely hold the bottle.