The Void Novels & Stories

"How long have the shadows spoken to you? Did they start in the dream, or..." "Before?" I finish for him. "I can't be sure, but I think I may have always heard them, just not as loudly." He seems pleased, humming as he thinks. "And the void, have you ever seen it?" "I don't understand it," I admit. "The void is a nebulous place of potential anything that can be imagined can be brought forth," he explains, his voice steady and firm. "Unfortunately, those of us who can influence shadows, often hear them as well, and have very troubled minds." His look is almost pitying as he peers at me. To have so much power and potential but at

The Void. But this time it wasn't frightening. It looked almost human. A face appeared. Then another. Millions of faces. Humanity. Every person who had ever lived. Every memory. Every emotion. Every death. Every love. Everything. Aria understood. The Void wasn't a monster. It was a collection. A consciousness made from the memories of humanity. But something had corrupted it. She saw the first human death. The first scream. The first betrayal. The first war. The first act of love.

"You and Kael together are the First Soul." Kael looked at Emily. "And what does that have to do with the Void?" His father answered: "Everything." The ground beneath them split open. Emily grabbed Kael. A massive black crack appeared beneath the mountains. Something moved inside it. Not a creature. Not a person. An absence. A hole where reality simply ceased to exist. Emily stared. "What is that?" Kael's father whispered: "The Void." The darkness began spreading. Trees disappeared as it touched them. Rocks vanished.

I whispered back, “the clown in question is pretty creepy.” “Oh, you’ve met Giggles have you?” “Yes,” I said, “and once was more than enough.” Phil nodded understandingly. “I can see why you would feel that way, but the thing to remember is that knowing where you are in the Void, doesn’t mean knowing where you are physically. Not unless you tell. So don’t tell.” “Can you be hurt in the Void?” I asked. “Oh, yes,” said Phil. “You can be hurt like a motherfucker, but a little pain won’t kill you. A lot of pain won’t kill you either. In fact, nothing will kill you here.”

Well the world has ended there are demons and all sorts of shit running around now the world is basically trashed .And there are two figures standing in the midst of some rubble one with a hood and the other a large humanoid with claws and fangs "hey human bow before me "the larger figure said "humph I only bow before the almighty God " the smaller figure says as he raised his hands "now be erased for your blasphemy" as he waves his hands the other figure as well as everything else behind him gets evaporated.

I used my air magic, so I lift the ash's off the ground and then I used earth to make a whole in the ground and place the ash's in the hole and cover it back up. Then we all go for some rest. In the morning the rain is coming down, so fast that you can hardly see through it. I look at Arizer and he is carving something and when I have a look I am gobsmacked. It is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was a mixture of symbols for witches, wolves, elves and vampires all blended with swirls and flowers. It says in the middle "Here lies the bravest men and women I will ever meet. They deserve to rest in peace. Asher Evans, sacrificed himself for the good of the world."

Chaos! Disaster! Instill fright! Those were the sole purposes of the enemy. But in this case, the enemy was after something, something Violet was after coincidentally. They stood in an empty room, as a circle, with black hoods covering their faces. Not a single one of them could be seen. In the middle of the circle which they formed, stood a crystal ball. One that could aid them monitor movements and even communicate with their boss. As of now, they had just finished monitoring Clara and immediately, everything went dark as silence slowly crept in. Not long after, a voice, deep, husky and scary, could be heard through the ball.

I squinted at him, unsure of how to feel about what he'd just said to me. "What's going on with you? You didn't look this bad last time we spoke," I pointed out. Letting out a sharp breath, he sat down on a slightly raised pavement by the gate. “I was born unlucky. I happened to be born on the night the void was open. It sucked a part of my essence, and there’s no way to get it back.” I frowned. “Quick question. What is the void?” “I don’t know much about it. It’s somewhere between life and death. It wasn’t meant to be exposed to humans or supernatural beings. But it was once forcefully opened by someone. Since then, it opens ev

Of destiny. The void is no longer empty.

“And remember my heartbeat.” The Void recoiled at the sound of my voice speaking to him, not as a weapon, not as a command, but as a promise. That was its weakness, It could consume rage, it could corrupt ambition but love, freely given, confused it. I turned fully toward the heart of the Echo-Verse. “You want a feast,” I said, my voice carrying effortlessly across the infinite dark. “You always have.” The Void answered not with words, but with pressure, gravity, and with the crushing certainty of an entity that had devoured worlds and still felt hollow.