Welcome To The Void Novels & Stories

My words echoed around me before they tapered off into nothingness. “It would suck less if you just gave in to the pain.” A voice said. I couldn’t help the scream that escaped my lips, and when I looked around me, I couldn’t see anyone. “Who’s there? And where am I?” I shout, hearing the nervousness in my voice made me cringe. “In my playground.” The voice chuckled. “Are you going to tell me who you are?” “Hmm, not sure that I want to. No one ever appreciates my presence. Well, Morrigan did, but no one else has.” The voice said with a noticeable pout to the tone.

It was a jagged shard of obsidian, pulsing with a faint, violet light. "I've authored a Portable Environment Bubble," I explained, showing him a series of shimmering lines on my HUD. "It’s a localized patch that will project a ten-meter radius of 'Standard Reality' around us. As long as we stay inside it, our lungs will work and our bodies won't pixelate. But the moment the battery on this Key dies..." "We become Junk Data," Caleb finished the thought with a grim nod. "Let’s not let the battery die then." Entering the Void was like Clipping through a wall in a broken simulation.

My fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easi

"We do not know. The Ven have never seen anything like it. The Shard have legends about them. They call them Void Walkers." "Legends? What kind of legends?" Prism hesitated. "The kind you hope stay legends. The Shard say the Void Walkers are beings from outside our dimension. They do not exist in normal space. They pass through it. And wherever they pass—" "What?" "Reality breaks. Space collapses. Everything they touch—stops existing." Silence fell over the council room. "You are saying they erase reality?" Unity asked. "Locally. Yes. Small pockets at first. But the holes grow. Expand. Consume more space."

Alec, his voice filled with defiance, shot back, "Who are you? Show yourself!" From the shadows, a silhouette began to form, its shape constantly shifting – a being not bound by form or essence. "I am the Void," it hissed, its voice dripping with malice. "The antithesis of the Nexus. While you seek to unite, I thrive in division." Lysandra, ever the diplomat, inquired, "What do you want from the Nexus? Why fracture our realities?" The Void laughed, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. "The Nexus holds power, unimaginable power. With it under my control, the multiverse will bow to me."

"They call you Null. Zero. Empty space." I grabbed the teenage boy. I handed him the rifle. The weight made his shoulders drop, but he gripped the stock. Static pricked his fingertips. "I am the Void," I told him. I looked into his eyes. "I am the biggest nothing in the world. And I am going to eat their King." I looked back at the army. My heart hammered against my ribs. Pounding. Painful. "Show them that empty space is dangerous. Show them that you are the end of everything."

The Void fragments inside me are stronger now, more integrated, like they’ve been waiting for this moment when I’d need them to survive returning to the place they came from. I reach the edge and don’t let myself hesitate because hesitation means thinking about what I’m about to do and thinking about it means I’ll probably change my mind. I step into the Void and it welcomes me like coming home. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming, that feeling of being unmade and remade simultaneously, of existing and not existing in the same moment. But the fragments inside me recognize this place and instead of fighting against the consumption they guide me through it, showing me how to exist in n

"The wolves. They think they are the masters of this world because they can grow claws and howl at the moon. But they are obsolete. They are tied to the moon, to their instincts, to their 'Pack.' They are predictable. They are weak." She placed her hands on my shoulders. I wanted to recoil, but the Null-Field in the room made my body feel like lead. "The Void is different," she continued. "It doesn't answer to the moon. It answers to nothing. It is the absolute end of all things. And when I merge my signature with yours, we won't just rule Aethelgard. We will delete it. We will build a world where power isn't inherited—it’s harvested." "I'll never merge with you," I whispered.

I whispered back, “the clown in question is pretty creepy.” “Oh, you’ve met Giggles have you?” “Yes,” I said, “and once was more than enough.” Phil nodded understandingly. “I can see why you would feel that way, but the thing to remember is that knowing where you are in the Void, doesn’t mean knowing where you are physically. Not unless you tell. So don’t tell.” “Can you be hurt in the Void?” I asked. “Oh, yes,” said Phil. “You can be hurt like a motherfucker, but a little pain won’t kill you. A lot of pain won’t kill you either. In fact, nothing will kill you here.”

The vampires remained perfectly still, but their crimson eyes burned with a cold, calculated fury. "The door to their world has been found," Killian continued, his golden eyes sweeping over the crowd. "We are not going to wait for them to build another one. We are going to cross the threshold. We are going to the Void." A murmur of unease finally broke the disciplined silence. The Void wasn't a physical place like a jungle or a mountain; it was the absence of existence. It was a vacuum of dark matter and entropy.