Novel & Cerita Words That Rhyme With Void

She could hear the cracking sound of her own skin as she moved, a sound that made her stomach churn. "Leave... him... alone," Lyra rasped. Her violet eyes were clouded with gray, but the fire inside them hadn't quite gone out. The Architect-Jax turned toward her, his head tilting at an angle that would have snapped a human neck. "The Shadow-Sun. The girl who thinks she can hold the Void. Do you know what the Void is, Lyra? It is not a weapon. It is a vacancy. And we are here to fill it."

The Chalice gleaming in a blue fire, the jagged, golden Crown with bony branches, the Mirror pulsing with shadowed reflections, the Orb floating within a swirl of pale mist, and the Blade shining blacker than a dark, stormy sky. “You must find these artifacts during your time within the Void,” Veylor continued, his voice reverberating through my bones. For a fleeting moment, I remembered the time we trained by the stream, his cold remarks as he taught me ruthlessly but still couldn't bring himself to strike hard, and my heart ached to hear that tone again, close enough to feel the warmth behind it.

THE BILLIONAIRE’S HIDDEN HEART Author: Esty’s Chapter 41 — The Price of Love Part 4 The words hung in the air. “The end of everything.” Hope stared at the little girl. “What is coming?” The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she looked toward the horizon. The ocean had become completely still. Not a single wave moved. Not even the wind. Noah slowly stepped forward. “The Void has gone silent.” Lyra looked at him. “What does that mean?”

Something that shouldn't be there. A void.

It watched me. It studied me. Then it spoke. Not with sound. Not with words. But with intent that pressed directly against my mind. Who dares enter the void? The pressure of the question made my chest tighten. Who dares attempt to command it? The darkness shifted around me, heavy and ancient. Do you believe yourself worthy to govern it? The weight of its presence threatened to crush me. I tried to speak. To answer. But before I could, the void spoke again. If you do not possess the strength to command the void…

Ansel whispered. I ignored her. “I call upon the Void,” I intoned, the words flowing faster now. “Give me what I need to obtain what I desire.” The shadows thickened, curling inward like smoke being drawn toward a single point. “I summon the spirit of the Void,” I continued, my voice rising. “Use me as your vessel until my purpose is fulfilled.” The ground trembled faintly. Wind howled through the shattered windows though the air outside had been still moments before.

I froze upon feeling an electric shock that struck my whole body when I felt his soft lips touch my ear, my breath getting heavier as I breathe, and I can feel my heart is throbbing fast as if someone is playing the drum inside it. What is causing this reaction in me? What exactly is going on with me? Why did I get so heated all of a sudden? He moved his face away from me and leaned his back to the backrest of his chair, “relax, I have no plan to do something that you think of me. I am also not interested in you,” he assured me. “That’s good! I’m relieved,” I sighed. It’s clear to me that I have no intention of falling for him but why do I feel something’s wrong in my mind and why do I sudde

His voice pulsed with an aura of might that caused the earth to tremble. Diva's heart leaped. The Void—a name spoken only in terror-tight, trembling gasps—arrived, something that consumed everything it touched. She beheld the eyes of her enemy burning with the same horrendous blackness, and her stomach growled with the realization that this war was anything but over.

“They made a deal with the Void.” The room tilted slightly. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt Lily stir violently inside me, her presence almost suffocating. The Void. Even the name sent a chill down my spine. Something primal in me recoiled at the sound of it. Raymond’s expression darkened, disbelief flickering in his golden eyes. “That’s a myth.” Linda turned to him, her gaze heavy with something unreadable. “So was the prophecy.” Silence settled between us, thick and unforgiving.

The Void. Nothing can be hard but the clanking of chains and the high-pitched gasps of someone who has long been imprisoned and chained. Unmoving, breathing but barely alive. At some point in time, the prisoner was a promising one. There is so much talent and curiosity. But that was a story for a completely different time. Right now, the prisoner lives off on whatever negative energy that would somehow make its way towards the void.