Under The Skin Black Void Novels & Stories

To me, if the killing wasn't done by the authorities, there was no justification for it. "You really should give this a thought, honey," Veronica pressed. "I know Void is a bad man. But he kills men like this for sport, and I have a feeling he'd reward you if you bring this prey to him." Her lips curled around her straw as she sipped. Void had a website called the 'Black Net' where classified information was posted. If I agreed to the girls' suggestions, we could easily upload the information on the website and one of his people would reach out to him.

“Stay behind me.” It’s coming. I feel it before I see it—the way the void tightens, pulling like lungs before a scream. Then it unfolds out of the black: long, thin, gleaming with wet darkness, veins of red light crawling like maggots under its skin. That hollow face pulses with hunger. Kael snarls, low and savage. His shadows erupt, a storm of black fire lashing in arcs that split the dark. They tear chunks from the thing, ripping oily flesh in ragged sheets.

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

"You wanted a harvest, Silas? Here’s the tithe." I didn't fire a beam. I fired a command. A wave of pure, absolute Reality swept through the room. It wasn't fire; it was the absence of shadow. Silas Vane screamed—a sound that wasn't human. The Void-Eaters dissolved instantly, turned into nothing more than harmless dust. Silas slammed into the far wall, his translucent skin cracking like cheap porcelain. The dark energy fled his body, leaving him a shriveled, broken old man on the marble floor.

They swarmed out like a black tide, hundreds of them, their formless shapes blurring into a sea of oblivion as they drifted toward our defensive line. I watched endless void shadows pour out of the rifts like a black tide. Our balanced barrier was holding, but it was rapidly weakening. Fenrir's voice rang out grave and desperate. "The scout was only a distraction. The Void is sending its army." A massive rift in the center of the sky tore open wider than all the rest. A towering, colossal void figure slowly emerged from the pure nothingness. It was far larger, far colder, far more ancient than the faceless messenger.

Kael's POV I got out of the bathroom and just like I had asked her to get ready for me. She was right there in bed. It was the first time I was seeing her skin, her shoulders as well. She was putting on a sleeveless top which had her shoulders visible. I stood there, imagining what was going to be underneath the duvet which she was using to cover herself. " I've been waiting," she said. " As you should," I said to her.

I gasped sharply and stumbled backward. The eye was completely hollow … a black, empty void where the pupil and iris should have been. No white, just darkness. Black veins spidered rapidly outward from the eye, crawling across his face like living ink. The skin around his mouth was already turning gray, then black, rotting and peeling away in wet chunks. The smell of rotting flesh hit us . Blade stepped in front of me instantly, shielding my body with his own. “What the hell is that?” he demanded, voice sharp with fury and alarm.

Then, she took a deep breath and put on the look of a concerned elder. "I've been nothing but nice to you, Ginny. I know you've done nothing wrong, but my grandson's been out there, living in the shadows for five years. I couldn't let this go on any longer!" My limp hand clenched into a fist, and my pupils narrowed. So, I was the last one to know about this affair. Melanie took out a file from her safe. The contract listed assets that had a combined worth of 1.5 million. "We'll compensate you for this. All you have to do is accept the boy into your life and leave everything else to us. Nathaniel has promised me he'll never talk to Helen agai—"

She threw it at the foundation stone of the city. The vial shattered. Black liquid splashed across the white granite. For a moment nothing happened. Then the stone began to hiss. The black liquid sank into the rock. The color changed. Gray turned to dark purple. Smoke curled upward. It smelled rotten. Wrong. “What did you do?” I whispered. The silver inside me screamed. Aria laughed. “If I can’t rule,” she said, “no one will.” “This is the essence of the Void.” “It will rot this city from the inside.”

“Kill!” John’s voice shatters through the chaos. But Kill doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. The wind roars. Leaves spiral around him. The trees bow, creaking like they’re submitting to his rage. Cracks split the ground beneath his feet. And then I see it , a vein on his chest pulsing black. Like ink. Like poison. Another on his arm. Then his neck. Black veins spreading, writhing beneath his skin. The rogues who tried to flee drop screaming, clawing at their faces. One by one, they collapse — choking, bleeding, convulsing. Some clutch their heads, others bleed from their eyes.