The Void Novels & Stories

The Void. Nothing can be hard but the clanking of chains and the high-pitched gasps of someone who has long been imprisoned and chained. Unmoving, breathing but barely alive. At some point in time, the prisoner was a promising one. There is so much talent and curiosity. But that was a story for a completely different time. Right now, the prisoner lives off on whatever negative energy that would somehow make its way towards the void.

It was almost as if those fissures represented his heart. “I think you know what that is,” Cronos leaped off his throne and landed right next to Mane. “The Void,” Mane stated with a stern expression on his face. Yes, that was indeed the power of the Void. The darkness that stood in the corner of his Soul Space was no longer there. Rather, it seemed to have engulfed Mane’s Soul Space like a membrane. Those cracks were openings for its power to seep through. And Mane could feel the strength in those lines.

The liquid glowed violet, the feather floating on the surface like a boat on a troubled sea. Nyra’s breath caught as the liquid roiled, and a vision flickered above: a vast council chamber carved from black marble, ringed by pillars of bone. Hooded elders knelt around a stone dais where a jagged throne awaited the Void‑born god. A voice layered over the vision: a collective chant that thrummed in Nyra’s ears. “We call the Void… we call the Void…” She staggered back, hand flashing to her throat. The whisper now echoed in her mind, indistinguishable from the elders’:

Alec, his voice filled with defiance, shot back, "Who are you? Show yourself!" From the shadows, a silhouette began to form, its shape constantly shifting – a being not bound by form or essence. "I am the Void," it hissed, its voice dripping with malice. "The antithesis of the Nexus. While you seek to unite, I thrive in division." Lysandra, ever the diplomat, inquired, "What do you want from the Nexus? Why fracture our realities?" The Void laughed, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. "The Nexus holds power, unimaginable power. With it under my control, the multiverse will bow to me."

I froze upon feeling an electric shock that struck my whole body when I felt his soft lips touch my ear, my breath getting heavier as I breathe, and I can feel my heart is throbbing fast as if someone is playing the drum inside it. What is causing this reaction in me? What exactly is going on with me? Why did I get so heated all of a sudden? He moved his face away from me and leaned his back to the backrest of his chair, “relax, I have no plan to do something that you think of me. I am also not interested in you,” he assured me. “That’s good! I’m relieved,” I sighed. It’s clear to me that I have no intention of falling for him but why do I feel something’s wrong in my mind and why do I sudde

She had heard about his father before, so if he had learnt from his father, why wasn’t he recruited by her father? She shrugged. Her father did things his own way. VVVVV “So you just turn the canister like this” Takashi showed her. And the thing was actually making a small beeping noise. She refused to be impressed. “Then wait three seconds before you throw it” and he did that, and a gas cloud filled the area he threw it to. “What does it do?” “It stuns your opponent for a while. Temporary blindness just like multiple camera flashes”. “Okay, but I’ll still choose brass knuckles over this any day”.

Vanity said matter-of-factly. “Listen I know what I felt, and I know what I saw, and my eyes changed color. They only do that when they see an Angel, Vanity.” Paul was very combative. “This is bad, this is very bad. We are gonna need backup if there is an Angel involved.” Greed started pacing. “Ornais make the call, and tell mother that we need Wrath back up here and also tell her to send Envy and Gluttony as well.” Greed ordered.

"It’s the space the Gods forgot to finish. Nothing is real here unless we make it real." As he spoke, the darkness around us began to shift. It reacted to his words, forming solid shapes. A floor of dark obsidian appeared beneath our feet. Then, stone pillars began to grow out of the nothingness, reaching up toward a sky that wasn't there. It looked like a ghostly version of the Shadow King’s throne room. "You're doing this?" I asked, looking at the stone walls that felt cold to the touch. "We are doing it," Silas corrected. He looked at me, his violet eyes searching mine. "The Void reflects the strongest heart. Right now, your heart is full of fire and the me

"They call you Null. Zero. Empty space." I grabbed the teenage boy. I handed him the rifle. The weight made his shoulders drop, but he gripped the stock. Static pricked his fingertips. "I am the Void," I told him. I looked into his eyes. "I am the biggest nothing in the world. And I am going to eat their King." I looked back at the army. My heart hammered against my ribs. Pounding. Painful. "Show them that empty space is dangerous. Show them that you are the end of everything."

"What is it?" "The Void isn't just darkness. It's a repository. Every deadie the administrators erase goes here. Their consciousness doesn't disappear. It's stored. Dissolved. Turned into whispers and faces and hands that try to drag others down." She moved closer. "It's where you go when you're terminated. When you fail. When you break the rules one too many times." "That's cruel," Brady said. "That's efficient. At least from the administrators' perspective." Kara looked at the ocean. "They don't waste anything. Not even erased consciousness."