Touching The Void Book Novels & Stories

Someone else's. Marcus's palm was pressed against the seam of the gate. She could feel it. Warm. Her scent transmitted his body heat back to her, like a person pressing their hand to a wall while on the other side a fire burned. In the void, she stretched her fingers in that direction. She couldn't reach. She drew them back and placed them over her heart. Heart still beating. Thread still there. Gate still there. She was still there. --- 【Five Hundred Years in the Void】

I sat on the stone floor of my cell — no, my room — knees drawn to my chest, the mark on my wrist burning faintly beneath the bandages I’d wrapped around it to stop the light from spilling out during sleep. If I ever got sleep again. The silence pressed in around me. Not peaceful. Just… waiting. The kind of quiet you get in a tomb right before something remembers it’s still hungry. I touched the floor. Cold. Uneven. Pulsing faintly. It wasn’t imagination. Whatever I’d touched in that arena today — whatever I’d broken open — it hadn’t gone dormant. It was awake now. And it remembered me. The Void didn’t speak in words. Not like the other elements. It didn’t rush in like fire or whisper like a

The Void-Shield she was holding wasn't just blocking the green beams anymore; it was absorbing the friction of the entire room. She moved toward him, the space between them distorting from the thermal climb. When she reached out to steady him, the contact was electric. It wasn't just a touch; it was a collision of opposites. The freezing, infinite depth of her void met the exploding, frantic core of his sun. The air hissed where they touched, steam curling off their skin in thick, white plumes. "You’re red-lining," she whispered, her violet eyes blown wide, reflecting the golden fire of his face. She slid her hand up to the back of his neck, her cool energy acting like a heat sink. "If you b

Show me what the void looks like from inside. What followed was a guided tour of hell disguised as peace. Through Aurora's connection to Thomas's dream-state, they all experienced the strange limbo of the partially void-touched. The world looked the same, but all emotional coloring had been drained from it. Love was recognized but not felt. Pain was acknowledged but not experienced. Even basic preferences—for food, for comfort, for companionship—had been reduced to intellectual exercises rather than genuine desires.

I grabbed the bedsheet off me, and pulled out the IV drip from my hand, which left a tingling, painful sensation, which I didn’t care to notice. “Dad?” I called out while I limped to the door. “Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake.” An unfamiliar, cold voice rang out behind me. I didn’t know why I turned around slowly; I felt a shivering sensation that I’ve never felt before in my entire life as I came face to face with a very tall, pale man in his mid-twenties. His aura was so cold and dominating that I felt shiver ran down my spine. I clutched the doorknob like my dear life.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

I found myself following Cool to the library. He immediately checked if there is anyone there before he closed the door and started to whisper some inaudible words as flying books came flying towards us. "What are you doing?" I asked while trying to stop myself from ducking every time a flying book came rushing to us. "You try and search for something, too. Telepathy or mind reading." He said and lifted his eyes from the book and frantically looked at me. "You being able to talk inside my head ain't normal, Fhyra. I haven't heard about a Flamia or Glacia that can do such things." He said seriously.

The Silence. The Echo. She was beginning to see a pattern. "What is it?" she asked. Nobody answered. Not immediately. Then the Void answered. Its voice echoed across reality. Across stars. Across galaxies. Across every corner of creation. The memory of existence. The room became silent. The Void continued. Nothing truly disappears. The stars brightened slightly. Not worlds. A pause. Not people. Another pause. Not universes. Nova felt her heart race. The implications were enormous. Terrifying.

He felt the vast, terrifying emptiness of the Deep that was slowly eating my heart. "Let go, Kaelen!" I tried to scream, but my voice was lost in the roar of the Void-Heart. He didn't let go. He pulled me closer, his fingers sinking into the translucent blue marble of my skin. Where he touched me, the ice didn't just melt; it cracked. White steam erupted from our joined hands, thick as a shroud.

This time I will conquer all. A sudden urge to touch the void, to reach what beyond the darkness, to embrace the unknown, so to breathe in peace again, my hole being is like on shaines, can’t move or get up on this stony shair. However, I can congeal thoughts, through it, I can will my thick dark aura that gets more refine and pure and solid in each step I take forward in the void, with it I will see without my eyes and feel without touchwhich is nothing in this place.