Novel & Cerita Under The Skin Black Void

My breathing grows heavier as the images reappear. Aerin’s hands on her waist. His mouth near her ear. My vision flashes gold. A low growl tears from my throat before I can stop it. Then my back burns. “Ahh!” I staggered to my feet and ripped my shirt off turning to the large mirror. Black veins have spread from where the Hollowed Vale vine had pierced me when Elara was pulling me out. I touched it and it pulsed. The edges look darker and thicker now. “What is this?” I whispered as I looked at the thing beneath my skin pushing outward.

Chapter 183: The Void AVELINE'S POV I'd never seen anything like this. Morgana, or what used to be Morgana, was pure darkness now. Twenty feet of shadows with smoke and those horrible black eyes that looked like they could swallow the world. "What the hell is that?" Ren asked, backing up toward me, but not fully. "That's what happens when someone gives up their humanity for power," Seraphina said. "She's a Void now. No body. No physical weaknesses. Just pure dark magic."

I said, the First Crown vibrating softly in my mind, eager to consume the corruption. "Then let's not keep them waiting," Killian smirked. He didn't climb down. He simply stepped off the cliff. I followed suit. We plummeted hundreds of feet, landing in the central courtyard of the ice monastery with a thunderous crash that sent a shockwave of shattered ice flying in all directions. We were instantly surrounded. From the dark, frozen archways, dozens of figures emerged. They were the Ascetics of the Void—monks who had willingly surrendered their humanity to the Architects. Their skin was translucent blue, their veins black, and they hovered an inch off the ground, defying gravity.

Her posture faltered, just for a moment. But then she straightened and strode closer. "Fine. I’ll be direct. I’ve acquired a very valuable asset. An art collection that I believe was being reconsidered for your Manhattan property. One you can’t afford to pass on." Drew leaned back slightly, brow furrowed. "What collection?" Kimberley’s lips curved into a self satisfied smirk. "The Visage & Void collection." The name hit the air like a cold gust. For a second, the room was quiet. Drew’s eyes flicked to me instinctively, and I met his gaze with the same confusion mirrored in his. My heart thudded, but I didn’t flinch. I didn’t blink.

So calm. I keep staring at him in confusion, and take my time in observing him. The man stands tall, towering over me, his entire figure cloaked in black. A black mask covers his face, as I’ve noticed before, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible. But there’s something wrong with his eyes, particularly with the areas around them. His eyelids look…scarred. Or deformed. And his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. His gloved hands rest at his sides, motionless, but the air around him feels tense, almost thick with danger. But he isn’t threatening me in any way, and I don’t see a weapon in sight.

Melissa’s POV The clearing's air felt heavy as if the entire world had paused to listen. With their eyes focused on the unfamiliar man in front of them, the pack formed a tense circle. The presence of the messenger sent by the Void was poisonous. It was only partially human. Its eyes were two black pits that appeared to stare straight through me, and its grey skin was pulled taut over jagged bones. Its voice, like a serpent creeping into my ears, was frigid as it spoke.

"Power? The Blackwood Throne? You're a puppet. He’s eating you from the inside out." "He didn't promise me anything," Sarah hissed, standing up. As she moved, the emerald silk of her gown began to melt, turning into the same oily black smoke we had seen at the Altar. "He showed me. He showed me a world where the weak are finally pruned. Where there are no 'Queens' or 'Alphas'—only the Void." She lunged across the table with a speed that defied physics. She wasn't a wolf, but she moved like a shadow, her body stretching and contorting. Killian intercepted her, his charcoal form colliding with her mid-air.

They both opened fire at the same target, dropping it in an instant. They moved on with the second target, taking it down with a hail of bullets. A scream echoed across the dimly lit corridor as another soldier in Lukas' team was dragged by the ankles. Lukas aimed at the Black Entity, bursting its skull apart with a steady burst. The soldier crawled his way back to them. The last one tried to escape, only to be riddled with holes in the back when it turned and ran. The perforation on its body could already be used as a trypophobia test image due to the large amount of holes.

The First Void Monarch showed its true, unholy cosmic shape, a titan-class entity of pure, primordial devastation. The horror was over two hundred feet tall, a terrifying amalgam of dark-matter mass and star-eating energy. Its body was made of overlapping plates of living obsidian armor that moved like liquid glass. From its central mass, dozens of serpentine tendrils forged from pure, boiling crimson plasma whipped violently through the air, melting the stone walls upon contact. At the center of its massive chest burned a singular, gaping black hole—a miniature gravitational singularity that devoured light, air, and magic alike. Above the singularity, a dozen burning crimson eyes opened seq

“The greatest enemy is not the one who hates you. It’s the one who knows exactly who you used to be.” 🌌 The universe fell silent. The gigantic door stood completely open. Darkness poured from it like an endless ocean. Not ordinary darkness. Not the absence of light. Something older. Something alive. 🖤 And from within it… The Void King emerged. 👁️ His form shifted constantly. One moment he appeared human. The next, he looked like a shadow stretching across galaxies.