Staring Into The Void Novels & Stories

Nisha. A soft voice calls me, I'm not sure who it is, but I know it's a man, since it's hoarse but soft. “wake up beautiful...” I move my heavy eyelids and manage to open them, there is not much light where I am, but I see several shadows around me, immediately a horrible stitch takes over my head and the urge to vomit reaches my throat, I try to control it but I cannot contain it of my stomach is completely emptied in a matter of seconds, I hear the same voice curse softly, I clean the corner of my mouth and breathing raggedly I raise my eyes, trying to locate where I am, the rapid movement of my head makes me dizzy, so I wobble a bit and someone's grip keeps me in place

My vision started to blur from lack of oxygen. Just as I felt I was about to pass out, something awakened within me. A strong urge to release the burning icy sensation building inside me. Without thinking or knowing how, I unleashed a huge explosion of blue fire. It burst out with such force that it blasted everyone across the garden. The flames turned into sharp shards of crystal ice scattered everywhere.

"It’s insurance. Hand over my father, and we walk away. You can have the Stone. You can have the explosion if you want it. Just give me him." "Insurance," she mocks. She releases my dad and he collapses face-first into the dirt, groaning. Eveline steps over him and walks toward the truck. "You think fire can hurt the Void?" she asks, her voice rising as the sky above us goes completely black. Totality. The sun vanishes. A ring of white fire, the corona, flares around the black disc of the moon. The world plunges into a darkness deeper than night. The Void Stone inside the truck begins to scream. It’s vibrating so hard the metal panels of the vehicle rattle.

Neither cared if I survived. The breach split open with a sound like reality tearing in half. From the rift spilled darkness so thick it glittered—like the void had stolen stars to decorate its hunger. It wasn’t a beast in any sense we understood. No claws. No eyes. Just endlessness given shape, tendrils of nothingness crawling across the stone like a living eclipse. Kael shifted, angling himself between me and the void. “Tell me you have a plan.” “Define ‘plan,’” I said, my voice shaking even as power thrummed beneath it.

The explosion of the Root wasn't a sound. It was the sudden, violent removal of the "Is" from the universe. One moment, Elara was pressing her palm against the liquid light of the pillar; the next, she was falling through a space where "up" and "down" had been deleted from the dictionary. This was the True Void—the space behind the screen, the static between the stations, the graveyard of every failed thought the Architects had ever discarded. "Kael! Zane! Rhys!" Elara tried to scream, but her voice had no air to carry it.

“We choose together. Always.” The paths glowed brighter, each one leading to a different horizon: one to a city of light, its towers singing with the same song as their hearts; another to a forest of shadow, where the trees whispered secrets older than time; a third to a mountain of stone, its peak crowned with a flame that burned without fuel. And a fourth, fainter, leading to a void where the stars didn’t shine, where the whisper’s echo was loudest. Rowan’s blade hummed, its silver light catching the glow of the paths. “The void,” he said, his voice steady. “That’s where it’s waiting.”

* "Watch me." Reality flickered. The darkness wavered. And for just a second, I could see. Really see. Not the illusions. Not the figures made of guilt and grief. But the truth. The Void wasn't full of lost souls. It was empty. Completely empty. There was no Cara. No family. No one. Just darkness and the echoes of fear it used to trap the living. And I was almost gone. Almost nothing. Just the barest spark of consciousness left, surrounded by endless dark.

The vampires remained perfectly still, but their crimson eyes burned with a cold, calculated fury. "The door to their world has been found," Killian continued, his golden eyes sweeping over the crowd. "We are not going to wait for them to build another one. We are going to cross the threshold. We are going to the Void." A murmur of unease finally broke the disciplined silence. The Void wasn't a physical place like a jungle or a mountain; it was the absence of existence. It was a vacuum of dark matter and entropy.

The taste of bile rises in my throat, and the acrid scent of gasoline fills my nostrils. I have to get up. Please, get up! The sound of a door slamming and tires screeching holds me for a moment longer, but it’s only to hear the voice again, muttering, “What am I gonna do with you?” As the world fades away, I cling to that voice, a distance beacon in the encroaching darkness.

) "That's an awful big sword you have there gramps. Is that compensation, or do you actually know how to use it? (She says with a smirk on her face, clearly taunting him.) Syren: (Bowing his head for a moment, he places the swords blade on the ground behind him, and mumbles under his breath.) "Void"{Definition: Discharge or drain away} stance...The Hunt! (The room becomes devoid of all coloration as he begins to move within accelerated time. Dragging his blade along the ground he runs at her and attempts to slash her in the stomach with his now unsheathed sword.)