Words That Rhyme With Void Novels & Stories

The Void shrieked - a sound that made blood run from my ears - and recoiled. Aria’s power erupted from her in a wave. Not violent. Not uncontrolled. Precise. Targeted. Like she knew exactly what she was doing. The Void was thrown back into the corner and began to dissolve, screaming the whole way. _“Not yet!”_ it howled. _“Not yet, blade! You are not ready! But you will be! And when you are, the world will break!”_ Then it was gone. Leaving only cold air and the smell of ash.

"Do you take these men? To be your shield? Your sword? Your council? Your home?" Neoma looked at them. She looked at Wolfy, who gave her logic. She looked at Barzil, who gave her strength. She looked at Guller, who gave her faith. She looked at Viggo, who gave her fire. Her chest expanded, stretching the silk of her bodice. The air filled her lungs, sweet and clean. "To the Void," she whispered, the vibration travelling through their linked hands. "And back." "To the Void and back," they answered in unison. The sound was a low rumble, a chord of four distinct frequencies merging into one.

Void declared in a quiet and yet deadly manner. "Then helping him remember might be of great help to him," Circe prodded. "Helping him remember will only make him more distracted and it can have deadly consequences," Mr. Void declared. "You seem to speak from experience which means someone has tried this before," Circe deducted. Mr. Void only gave his usual cold smile. He looked at the camera again, at me, and for the first time, I could interpret what the look meant. It meant that he knew something I did not.

The girl screamed as Phil was flung away out of her dream by a strong force. Phil found himself once more floating in the plains of sleep, the figure of the girl vanished as she was pulled by the tether connected on her head. Phil was still confused and wanted to explore more but he felt himself getting tired and ended his adventures early. As Phil vanished and return to the real world, far above the shallows, in the deepest void littered by enchanting swirling galaxies, a star shimmered brightly and within moments it moved an eye formed in the void, as it opened cosmos and galaxies poured out of its pupils. A voice was then heard as it was talking to itself.

Dark energy pulsed through the anchor, which loomed ahead. "Foolish girl," the Void murmured, its voice resonating like a chill wind throughout the room. "Are you willing to oppose me? You are nothing. Even though I swallowed hard, I made myself move forward one more step. "You’re wrong," I responded, trembling but resolute. "I’m here to end this." The sound of the Void's laughter echoed off the walls. "Come to an end? Even so, do you know what you're holding? Before you even approach the anchor, you will be devoured by that sword.

I felt my heart skipped for a split of a second, then comes the thumping sound of my heart that I could literally hear in my ears. His big arms wrapped around my tiny shoulders like a warm blanket, and for that moment everything else seemed not to matter anymore. The scent of his cologne that had always made me squirm from it attracting smell, a mixture of pine and mint filled me in, I can’t seem to remember when I stopped seeing him as just a special boy from my childhood, it had all change. That boy is now a man whose arms I yearn for when am cold, and my heart raced faster than flash when he’s near me.

But that was all it could ever be - a wish. My name is Void. It isn't some foreign name with a sweet meaning. It's the void you know - the word meaning empty. I'm called that because I'm void of emotions, void of fun, void of trust, void of empathy. Show me kindness, and I'll think you tryna mock me. But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be.

​The Void did not scream; it hummed with the sound of collapsing possibilities. Vlad and Laura stood on a fragment of reality that was rapidly dissolving into iridescent dust. They had exhausted their reserves, their celestial forms flickering like dying embers in a gale. The Architects were closing in, a legion of geometric nightmares hungry for the final severance. ​"It’s not just a connection," Laura said, her voice dropping to a hollow whisper as she stared into the heart of the swirling abyss.

⸻ The sacrifice. ⸻ The choice. ⸻ The burden. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ New words slowly appeared. ⸻ ACCEPT EACH OTHER ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Absolute silence. ⸻ Then— Nyra laughed. ❤️ ⸻ The Void King smiled. 🖤 ⸻ The Dreamer laughed softly. ⸻ The Writer shook his head. ⸻ Even the Witness looked amused. 👁️ ⸻

According to the old scrolls, three impossible things had to happen at the same time. First, a true bond had to be violently broken while the woman carried a powerful child. Second, the mother had to face death so closely that her body searched for a new source of life. Third, that life had to be touched by the ancient magic of a Sovereign Well. When all three things happened together, something rare was created. A Void. A normal Alpha pushed power outward. His aura controlled others. But a Void did the opposite. A Void pulled power inward. He drained strength from every wolf around him.