Touching The Void Book Novels & Stories

He is the only thing anchoring you to yourself. I shut my eyes. Remove him. “Get out of my head.” Kael stepped closer. “Who are you talking to?” I opened my eyes. “The Void.” His face hardened. “Can you control it?” “I don't know.” “Then we'll figure it out.” He reached for my hand. The moment his fingers touched mine, a black shockwave exploded from my body. Kael was thrown backward. He hit the wall hard. “Kael!” I ran toward him.

He stared at her. "It was never the void." She looked at the north wall where it had come through. At the stone that had let it pass without damage. "The void is the language. It's the medium." She looked at the book. At the writing. "What's been consuming consciousness-humans. What took seven billion people. It's not the void itself." "Then what is it." She held out the book. He read. Went very still. "Someone's using it," he said.

But Morgana could read it. "Before existence, there was The First Void. Not absence. Not emptiness. The conceptual opposite of being. When the first thought sparked, when the first atom formed, The First Void was diminished. It has hungered to return to totality ever since. Every death weakens reality. Every extinction event opens the door. And when the door opens wide enough, The First Void will pour through and unmake all that is." "Professor? Are you okay?" Yvonne realized she was shaking. "Go. Now. Tell no one about this book."

The price was everything. Miranda was waiting for us at the edge of the grove, her face full of fear. As we got closer, her eyes went from my sad face to Kenny's empty one, and then to the terrifying sight of Kael. She didn't take a breath. She didn't yell. She just stood there, her face turning ashen. "The Void-Touch," she whispered, and the words sounded like they would kill her. "I had only read about it in the oldest and most secret books. It is not a fraud. It is a *unraveling.*

Outside there was no road, no sky, no world—only the white erasure of everything that had existed before they crossed the threshold. Wren woke to the feeling of Eli’s mouth already between her legs. He had slipped under the quilts sometime in the dark and spread her thighs with quiet insistence. His tongue dragged through her folds in long, filthy strokes, flat and slow, then pointed to push inside her, then sealed over her clit and sucked with steady, relentless pressure. Two fingers slid into her while he worked, curling hard against the front wall, stroking in exact time with the pulls of his mouth. Wren’s back arched off the mattress. A broken sound escaped before she could stop it. Besi

They didn't teach you 'stealing is wrong' in training, huh? Alora let out a mocking laugh and slammed her high heel down right in front of me. "On my turf, wanting something I've got my eye on is like winning the lottery. People line up to give me stuff, and I don't even bother looking their way." 'Some lottery,' I mused. Over 20 years in Riverton City, and that was a first, someone having the guts to talk to me, Nancy Yates, like that. I shot a look at Lilian, who was fuming and stamping her foot.

A family. Then magic came. Her world was destroyed. She became the space between worlds. She became the First Void. Not because she wanted power. Because she wanted somewhere to exist. Clover’s eyes filled with tears. “You were alone.” The Void whispered: “Always.” Clover stepped closer. “Not anymore.” The darkness began dissolving. The Void’s monstrous form disappeared. In its place stood a young woman with dark hair and tired eyes. She looked at Clover. “Thank you.” Then she touched Elara’s forehead.

R. Ryan used his fingers, tapping each beat on the table. He didn't answer Harris; on the contrary, he just watched Harris's every move. Ryan stared at his earlobe, and Harris seemed to notice it too and quickly tilted his head. Harris remembers Vera teasing him in the morning, a hickey mark on his earlobe! Harris blushed. He wanted to cover it up but did not dare. Finally, Harris let go of his hands, straightened, and tried to speak clearly: "If you don't want any further instructions, I..."

The celestial voice whispered, "The void within the enigma demands sacrifice. Navigate its hunger, for the unseen threads may yet persist within the shadows." The disruptor's distant laughter echoed, "The void is the true nature of the cosmic dance. Embrace its hunger, for within it, the destiny of your choices shall be rewritten." Richard and I stood at the precipice, uncertain of the void's true nature and the sacrifices it demanded. The luminescent path, now fractured and dimmed, seemed to flicker with the echoes of choices consumed. The enigma's heart awaited us within the ominous void, its secrets entwined with the perilous dance that unfolded on the cosmic continuum.

Today it felt like a throat. Her magic itched under her skin. She tried Hiraya’s grounding drills. Count your breath. Name what you see. Feel where your body ends, and the world begins. She saw trees. Sky. Umbra. The lodge. She heard Umbra’s breathing. The wind through the branches. And something else. A whisper that wasn’t so much sound as pressure against her mind, like fingers tapping along the back of her neck. Umbra’s head snapped up. The fur along his spine rose.