Words That Rhyme With Void Novels & Stories

I echoed. Fenrir nodded, his expression darkening with a gravity that made the amethyst sky seem to dim. "It is a plane older than the gods themselves. It is the primordial silence that existed before the first star was breathed into life. It is not made of shadow—shadow requires light to exist. The Void is simply… nothing. It is the hunger that exists beneath all things, waiting for the fabric of reality to fray."

The moment her bare feet touched the forest ground, and felt the menacing aura rushing from afar, she propelled herself up as she used her weakened legs to run in the direction of the clan’s grounds. If she remembers it correctly, then the invisible beast chasing her was called the Void hounds, and being killed by them isn’t something that she wishes to experience. Void hounds kill their prey and drag their lifeless bodies into the void, in a way that the victims would also be invisible and their bodies would be lost, seemingly drifting in the void, denying any form of reunion with their families, even after death.

These creatures were stronger than anything they’d faced before. Kael approached, his voice grave. “They’re bound to the Frost King’s curse but they serve something far worse. If we don’t stop this, the frostlands won’t be the only land to fall.” Lyra clenched her fists. “Then we end it. No matter the cost.” The vision came three nights later. Lyra stood alone in a vast, frozen void. A towering figure emerged from the darkness, cloaked in shifting shadows. “I am the Void,” it whispered, knowing her name without speaking it. “I was bound beneath the frost. Your victory freed me.”

he whispered, voice trembling despite his bravado. Riven didn’t answer. His senses screamed at him—there was movement, sound, weight… but none of it obeyed reason. Threads of Crown energy burnt across his skin, trying to anchor him to something, anything. And then he saw it: The void wasn’t empty. It was alive. Massive forms flickered in the darkness, shapes shifting between solid and spectral, humanoid and monstrous, eyes glowing like stars in an impossible night sky. Their whispers, thousands of them, carried in every direction, brushing against Riven’s mind like knives.

A pause. “But you are not one of those things.” Her eyes shimmered. “You are not something that needs fixing.” The words landed heavy. Rex nodded slightly beside me. Like he agreed with her. But the void spoke again before I could respond. “I do not seek to fix her.” Lyra immediately snapped her gaze toward it. “Then what do you call this?” A pause. The void answered simply. “Completion.” The word no longer sounded dangerous. It sounded inevitable. Like gravity.

Trace had already opened his door, but stopped when he noticed Rhychard pause. The Warrior shook his head. "I don't know. According to the sword, something of the Void is very close. Yet, I don't see anything." He wondered if Aradhon was close by, watching him. "This whole neighborhood is of the Void." Trace climbed into his seat and shut his door.

“I believe the child is speaking of Void Shadows.” Every dragon in the sanctuary froze. Even Vaelrion went still. Dangerously still. Lyra felt it through the bond—recognition, dread, and something deeper. Not fear for himself. Fear for her. “What are Void Shadows?” she asked softly. No one answered. Because apparently no one wanted to. Wonderful. Finally, Vaelrion spoke, voice low and grim. “They are not supposed to exist anymore.” That was somehow worse. The sanctuary lights flickered violently overhead, shadows stretching unnaturally long across the stone floor. Outside, thunder rolled through the mountains—deep, rumbling, ancient.

Things that went up at the end like questions and things that fell flat like statements and things that sat in the middle like neither. The void-form responded each time. Not with sound. With shifts. The shape changing slightly. The cold changing slightly. The presence of it modulating in ways Aria couldn't decode but could feel through her shadows like reading Braille. It went on for four minutes. Aria counted. At the four-minute mark Dawn stopped. Complete stop. Mid-sound. Like the conversation had reached its end point and there was nothing further to say. The void-form held for a moment. Then it came apart. Not violently. Dissolving. The shape dispersing, the cold easing, the absence-qua

Whispers of the Tempest, summoning a tempest of swirling shadows and ethereal voices that carry dark omens and malevonent messages, this power can unleash devastating storms or manipulate wind current to suffocate my opponents. Void Veil, tapping into the void the realm of nothingness and emptiness, I will conjure a veil of darkness that distors perception and reality, plunging areas or individuals into the abyss of absolute darkness. Within the Void, time and space lose their meaning, and the mind can be easily shattered, I think this is my favorite of all. Unable to practise the spells, and dark magic, I memorise the spells, incantations and everything it encompasses equiping myself for it

“…Since him.” A long silence stretched between them. The Void’s eyes softened — a small, strange flicker of recognition. “Ah,” he murmured. “The wolf. The one who looked at you without fear.” His tone grew quieter. “He reminds me of someone. Does he not remind you of someone Lucifer?” Lucifer’s brow furrowed. “What are you even talking about?” The Void just smiled knowingly. “So, you really don’t remember anything?”He looked at him.