The Void Novels & Stories

"We do not know. The Ven have never seen anything like it. The Shard have legends about them. They call them Void Walkers." "Legends? What kind of legends?" Prism hesitated. "The kind you hope stay legends. The Shard say the Void Walkers are beings from outside our dimension. They do not exist in normal space. They pass through it. And wherever they pass—" "What?" "Reality breaks. Space collapses. Everything they touch—stops existing." Silence fell over the council room. "You are saying they erase reality?" Unity asked. "Locally. Yes. Small pockets at first. But the holes grow. Expand. Consume more space."

“It’s… I don’t know how to describe… it’s nothing. It’s nothing and it’s here.” We reached the square in seconds. In the center, where pack members had been gathering for evening meal, was an absence. Not a hole or a void in the normal sense. More like reality had forgotten that space existed. Looking at it made my eyes hurt, made my brain try to skip over the area entirely. And within that absence, something moved. The Voidborn. Three guards stood too close, weapons raised but uncertain what they were facing. The Voidborn reached out… not with a hand, but with an extension of its non-presence. It touched the first guard.

"The Error has... stabilized." ​"I have a name," I said, leaning closer until my reflection in the glass overlapped with its pale face. "And the only thing that's stable here is your status as a prisoner. You tried to turn my world into a lifeboat. Now, you’re going to tell us where you were planning to sail it." ​The Surgeon’s head tilted with a jerky, bird-like motion. "The Void... is not a place. It is a... consumption. The entropy... the Silence... it is coming for this sector. We were not... saving ourselves. We were... preserving the... Suture."

Just when I'd finally let go of his affair, he brought up the same thing he didn't want to do five years ago. No one spoke. The only sound echoing in the air was the ticking of time. Then the door yawned open. A crisp voice said, "I brought Nelson, Melanie! Happy birthday!" Helen Shaw came in with a five-year-old boy, but the smile on her face froze when she saw me. Then, it was replaced by a hesitant pause before she greeted, "Ms. Holloway."

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

I say awkwardly and wave at him from the mirror He chuckles and my cheeks burn before he reaches through the mirror, grabbing the collar of my shirt as I am lifted off the ground, and through the mirror. It was too quick to register what was going on. No way this man showed up in my mirror. No way I ENTERED a mirror. What type of backwards planet is this? I was standing in a room with unfamiliar people, but they all gave off these strong auras and the women were beautiful, glowing even and I mean literally. "What the actual fuck?" I say

9PM The Void Club Khaid’s routine on a non-mission night was clockwork. At 9:00 PM, he would arrive at The Void Club, a venue he partially owned, using it as a discrete command center and social surveillance hub. This time, he didn't enter as the bubbly life of the party. He entered through a private service entrance, bypassing the main crowd, and went directly to his secluded booth overlooking the main floor. The club was a dizzying blend of flashing lights, expensive clientele, and heavy, pulsating electronic music.

"It feels like a brand. A reminder of the only thing that kept me from drifting into the dark forever." He leaned his forehead against my knees, a gesture of submission that felt strange coming from a man who had just vaporized an army. "I almost lost myself back there," he whispered. "The Void... it doesn't just eat my enemies. It eats my memory. It eats my mercy. When I was in that state, the only thing that existed was the hunger to destroy anything that breathed." "But you didn't," I said, running my fingers through his damp hair. "You stopped."

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

Nelanian ripped it open and read the name scrawled in calligraphy. 'Assassinate Mr. Starkridge by the 20th of this month.' It was stated. Nelanian remembered who he was at that point. "I am Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, the hundred and seventh to hold the title," he said in his brain as he descended the hill.