Under The Skin Black Void Novels & Stories

The shadows behind him moved. Hundreds of wolves stepped out of the treeline. But they weren't wolves anymore. Their fur was matted with the same oily purple mist. Their eyes were vacant, their jaws dripping with a viscous, dark fluid. "The New Order is a lie, Victor," Silas’s voice sounded like two stones grinding together. It didn't come from his throat; it came from the ground. "You killed the gods of the sky, but you forgot about the ones in the dirt. The void doesn't just take. It gives."

Chapter 123 – The Black Star’s Void The black star loomed in the nexus’s starfield, its presence not a light but an absence, a void that swallowed the surrounding constellations, casting the path ahead in utter darkness. Jessica led her companions forward, her golden glow a frail ember against the hollowness in her chest, now a pulsing wound after claiming the nexus’s origin from Aethra. The black star offered no whisper, no chime—only a silence so profound it felt like a scream, pulling at her soul with an inevitability that chilled her to the core. Each step was heavy, the obsidian path beneath them smooth and cold, reflecting nothing, as if the nexus itself feared to look upon this star.

"Are you here to steal me?" Alice quickly turned upon hearing the deep baritone voice, and her eyes almost fell from their sockets. Standing a few feet away was a tall, handsome man with ethereal features. He looked unreal with his ink-black hair, a sharp jaw that could cut through steel, and his rare gray eyes. Not to mention, his broad and well-chiseled chest was on full display because he wore only black sweatpants. Alice snapped out of the trance and took a step backward as she stared at him. Would she have to shoot this man as well?

Blackness poured through, not like smoke, not like mist, but like hunger given shape. A hand emerged. Long. Skeletal. Its fingers stretched impossibly far, knotted and twisting, a dripping void where skin should be. It was made of something that had never known light. Kaine didn’t move. He couldn’t. His breath hitched, his body paralyzed. The infants in his arms didn’t cry. They looked up at the thing reaching for them with wide, eerily calm eyes. “Move!” Riven shouted, wings bursting wide.

​The black ship did not descend like the golden vessels of the Architects. It did not warp or shimmer. It "tore" into the atmosphere, leaving a jagged, violet rift in the sky above Neo-Tokyo that bled a thick, oily smoke. As the Scavengers of the Void approached, the "Universal-Link", the mental web connecting seven billion people, began to scream. It wasn't a scream of pain, but of "void-static," a hunger so profound it felt like the very air was being sucked out of the world’s lungs.

I smiled slowly, coldly. “So… the child has entered her mother’s sanctuary.” Shadows coiled around me, hissing in excitement. The Umbrathal stirred beneath my sanctum — a massive, crawling weight beneath the floor, like something impossibly large rolling in its sleep. The void whispered in a voice like bone cracking under pressure: “She comes closer.” “Yes,” I purred, tracing a silver-black nail along the void-forged dagger in my hand. “She seeks Belle’s secrets.” The void pulsed.

"And I broke... Broke your doll. We're even now..." Right before I jumped off the building last night, I was ready for anything that came my way, even a terrifying ghost. But what I saw instead was a transparent spirit, wearing half a human's skin.

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.

As a result, her sobs became stronger, more akin to uncontrollable anguish and wailing that inevitably had become disturbing. "Please tell me what's wrong, baby. Athena!" I started shrugging at her shoulders. And when she still did not respond, I was forced to pull her aside, so that I could examine her. But what I actually found absolutely petrified me, and I can certainly feel my body shudder in terror as the thin hair from my skin actually stood up and has sent a cold shiver down my spine. Athena, who is still weeping, revealed her empty sockets in her eyes as she peered back at me. And instead of tears, she had blood all over her eyes. Her face is pale as a ghost, and her lips started to

To whom she was talking? “Kekeke, I am Mammon, the King of Greed in the Underworld. There will always be insatiable greed within me. What do you expect from a higher-ranking demon born with this curse? I will seize every living creature in my way,” a loud thundering voice reverberated in the place. Then, a huge black shadow slowly materialized in the air. My mouth created a small opening and a chill crawled to my body. It's emanating a colossal magnitude of dark power and magic. It has a resemblance with the shadow creature that attacked me when I was still on Earth in the middle of the night. But this one was on another level.