Novel & Cerita Bayangan Hitam Terbang

Pushing the heavy glass pane open a fraction, I let the freezing night air rush across my face, cooling the feverish heat of my thoughts. The courtyard below was pitch black, illuminated only by the pale, ghostly glow of the moon. Snow flurries had started to drift down from the mountain peaks, dusting the cobblestones in a fine layer of white. "You're going to catch a chill, little human," a smooth, melodic voice whispered from the darkness right beside the window. My heart leapt into my throat. I spun around so fast my shoulder brushed against the stone wall.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

Even their communications had been abruptly severed upon entering the area. Reports had also mentioned that they had received peculiar, distorted, and blurry images before the aircraft and ships had vanished. All these phenomena seemed to suggest the existence of mythical forces that transcend nature and distort dimensions. So… could Black Palace be nestled deep within the Pemuda Triangle? Or perhaps it was the very cause of the strange events and images witnessed in the area? Sean was deeply unsettled by this notion. Suddenly, a tremendous black mist billowed forth from Black Palace. It swiftly enveloped the entire palace like layers of dark clouds, obscuring Sean's view entirely.

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood.

It was a terrifying sight to behold. The spectral figures attempted to return to James’ body but were trapped by black-and-white bubbles and were immobilized. Thea leaped into the air and landed on a black-and-white cloud.

The sound was awful, like a thousand mirrors shattering. “We have to move!” David yelled. He grabbed Maya’s other arm. “We can hide in the underground tunnel! Maya, these things are drawn to you!” Bianca pointed, her hand shaking. “Look at the street!” Black ink was leaking from Maya’s shadow, sliding across the road. Wherever it touched, building shadows stood up, stretching into monstrous shapes. Car shadows turned into flat, black beasts. The whole city was waking up into a nightmare. One of the black-winged things dropped from the sky, landing silently beside Maya. It didn’t attack. It just folded its smoky wings and stood there. For a moment, the smoke cleared—and Maya saw its face.

— What if he's in this castle? — But why would he be there? What would you be up to? Or would he be trapping someone there? [...] We continued our walk with increased attention, as it was obvious that Direl had proposed that trap, and it was probably not the only one. The sun begins to show its presence, the sky is clear, without clouds, and I observe something flying in the sky quickly. — What is it? You see? — Balck asks, and once again a giant being appears, dark and with wings. — But that looks like a…

This is what he found to be completely unacceptable. ‘Must be losing my mind. I'm seeing shit already.’ Whether Markous or Brock could see what was before his very eyes Christopher couldn't say. Though neither were reacting if they could. In mid air in front of him was a dark mist, though it wasn't even concentrated floating in mid air despite there being no origination point. Much like when your blink or close your eyes and you're still seeing flashing spots. Though Christopher's eyes were wide open and the spots were dark. “No... I think not.” He could hear a cold voice of someone who shouldn't be there. Seemingly from nowhere a jet black leg appeared from thin air stepping forward, the to

Noah snapped his eyes open, unbuckling his seatbelt and rushing forward to the cockpit. Luke and Julian were already standing behind Zero-Three's chair, staring out the front cockpit windshield in absolute horror. Outside the plane window, high above the Pacific Ocean, the sky was pitch black. But three miles ahead of them, floating silently in the dark clouds, was something that shouldn't exist. It was a massive, circular floating metal station–a giant sky platform hovering in mid-air with hundreds of glowing red lights, completely blocking the flight path to Japan. "What is that thing?!" Julian yelled over the blaring siren.

"Look at the light." In the center of the clearing, the massive, black-matte Vane VTOL was hovering like a prehistoric bird. Its searchlights cut through the forest canopy, turning the swirling ash into a storm of grey ghosts. The side door slid open with a mechanical hiss, and a figure stepped out into the blinding glare. Silas.