The Void Novels & Stories

Just gone. The bond did not sever. It did not break. It hollowed. The absence collapsed inward, crushing him from the inside. Luca gasped, lungs burning as if oxygen itself had been thinned. His chest felt too empty, his ribs folding as though his body were trying to shield a space that should not exist. He dropped fully to one knee. The realm did nothing. No fire. No monsters. No spectacle. Only pressure. Only time. Only the slow cruelty of continuing to exist without the one who made existence bearable.

​The Void did not have a horizon. It was a shifting, claustrophobic expanse of non-Euclidean architecture—a nightmare of floating obsidian monoliths, rivers of liquid starlight, and jagged planes of reality that folded into themselves like origami. Here, gravity was a suggestion, and the concept of time had long since been shredded into meaningless static. ​Vlad stood on a platform of translucent glass, his chest heaving. His armor, once a shimmering, impenetrable barrier of celestial light, was now dull and cracked.

A stinging pain lashed across my shoulder, I gasped, stumbling forward into the dirt, Koran had struck me with a training rod, a solidified length of shadow that felt like a whip made of ice. "Too slow, you’re waiting for the danger to find you," his voice whispered from the right, though a second later I felt his presence on my left, "The Void doesn't ask for permission, Vesper, it simply exists, and the universe is forced to fill it, stop being a sponge, become the leak."

"She's a Void now. No body. No physical weaknesses. Just pure dark magic." "How do we kill it?" Thorne demanded. "You don't," Seraphina said flatly. "Voids can't be killed. Not with normal weapons. Not with normal magic. They can only be sealed away or banished back to the dark realm they came from." "Great," Dante muttered. "Just great." The Void roared again and shadows exploded from its body, shooting toward us like spears. "SHIELDS!" Thorne shouted. Warriors threw up magical shields. Mages cast protective barriers. But the shadows tore through them like they were made of paper.

If it ain't the Road Kings trying to kill us, then who the hell is? We pull up to a construction site about forty-five minutes later. Snake has us pull into a parking structure attached to the building. We are on the second floor and when we dismount Snake walks over to me and hands me some binoculars. I narrow my eyes at him in confusion, but he simply points to the empty cite full of abandoned rigs and mounds of dirt. I walk over and lay flat on my stomach, Chance stands on my right while Psych is on my left. I don't see Snake and Drift, but I am assuming they are in the back somewhere.

"Hello, who is this?" "It's me, Cassandra! Imman, it's you right?" before the lawyer could even answer, she continued, with her voice shaking, alarming him tremendously. "Can you please come...I need your help! There was an accident! He was hit accidentally by a car...hu!hu!hu! please come now...The doctor said he needs to be operated on quickly and he needs blood immediately! The doctor said that they don't have available blood to match his...."

And then she was gone, swallowed into the stream of House Ignis Initiates, leaving me with the gleaming invite and Veylor’s words echoing in my head. “Those who skip their studies now will crawl into the Void weaker than their mates. They deserve it. You don't know but the Void devours the weak.” I tightened my grip on my skirt and forced myself toward the Combat Hall. The instant I stepped inside, the vast space swallowed me whole. The Hall had no foundations, no pillars, no ceiling in the ordinary sense. Instead, its walls bled upward into infinity, the sky bending and folding over itself as though the room existed between wor

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.

guilt? "Asher!" I called out. "What's happening? Why is it accelerating so quickly?" He turned to us, his ancient eyes filled with a sadness that made my heart clench. "It's the Void," he said quietly. "It's found a foothold in our reality, and it's using these rifts to push through." "The Void?" Xander's voice was sharp. "What do you know about the Void, Asher?" Before he could answer, a deafening crack split the air. The ground beneath our feet shuddered violently, sending everyone stumbling. Through the windows, I saw a pillar of dark energy erupt from the town square, reaching towards the sky

The void is everything, exists in everything, hidden in the smallest elements, taking up all the spaces in between. Smiling, I tilt my head to the side and say a single word of intention, my eyes focused not on the dot itself, but on all the spaces between the surrounding spaces. “Shift.” The circle pulses, absorbing the voidstuff directly around it as everything that is not-void is pushed to the sides. “Open.” The gateway widens, spiraling from the center, pushing the solids and blending the liquid darkness of eternity until there is a circle tall enough for a dragon in full bestial form to walk through without effort.