Bayangan Hitam Terbang Novels & Stories

Then Hale zoomed the external camera feed. And everyone saw him. Standing on the wing of his aircraft. Standing. On the wing. In the middle of a storm. Lightning illuminating him against the darkness. Rain crashing against him. The sight looked unreal. Like something pulled from a nightmare. A tall figure dressed entirely in black. Motionless. Watching. Waiting. Even through the camera feed His presence felt wrong. Predatory. Ancient. Dangerous. The cabin fell silent. Because nobody expected a human being to do that.

The world folds in on itself. Everything goes black.

The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green. The forest dimmed under the starlight. The night descended like a cloud, blotting out everything but the circle and Mila's horrible form sitting frozen at the center. The scream pierced my ears, alerting my flight center that I needed to run for my life and piss my pants all at once. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot even though everything in my body was flinching in utter horror of what I was watching. A wispy gold cloud drew out of Mila's scream, like the sound itself was producing it. The black cloud of darkness dropped from the sky at the center and enveloped the gold wisp, then sunk lower to envelope Mi

It sounded like a jet falling. The soldiers’ fire faltered for a beat as everyone looked up. The next instant a black comet slammed into the center of the hangar — right into the thickest cluster of military personnel. The impact was so great the concrete floor fractured in waves and the blast threw those standing nearby aside. From the dust cloud enormous, pitch-black wings unfurled, blotting out the floodlights. Nathan. He stood there in full size, and the anger radiating off him was almost tangible. His eyes were not merely black — they were like two bottomless wells that swallowed light.

The Phoenix replied with a proud expression on her face. Jevro look at me, waiting for my opinion. Also the others. And I was about to speak when the chairman of the American monsters department, received a call. "Code, black. I repeat code black.! An unidentifying object is approaching towards our location! We need an order!" The man on the phone sounds scared. "What does it look like?" The chairman asked. "Responding to the chairman. It's like, wait hold on! It's a black dragon!"

A sudden movement. A flash of pain. Blackness. Nothing.

The surroundings were filled with these kinds of things. Even those who did not have a concentrated heart disease could not help but feel their scalps turn numb when they saw their numbers. The ground was full of wriggling black "long streams". You couldn't even see the original color of the ground. However, this was not the end. Just as the two of them were shocked and facing the surroundings, they suddenly heard a buzzing sound. They looked back and saw that in the air, there were dense black things flying in this direction.

Maya screamed, pointing at the sky. Ren looked up. Through a break in the heavy yellow smog, he saw them. High above, silhouetted against the grey clouds, were five black, triangular shapes. They didn't have propellers. They didn't have jet exhausts. They moved with silent, anti-gravity propulsion. Vulture-Class Bombers. "They're early," Ren cursed. He slammed the buggy into gear and floored it. TIME: 11:50 HOURS. LOCATION: THE TRANSMISSION TOWER.

BOOM! Black crystal fragments scattered across the deck. Then a second exploded. Then a third. Then hundreds. The fleet was collapsing. Something was killing them. Something none of them could see. Then suddenly— a shadow appeared above the ships. Huge. Massive. Ancient. Floating in the sky. The shape of a giant bird. But wrong. Its wings blocked the sun. Its eyes burned silver. Not red. Silver. Then Valen went pale. Immediately. Then: "No." Thomas looked at him.

The mirror, right, we have to get to the mirror. “THE DOOR WON’T BUDGE!” We hear a shout from the terrace on the third floor. More people shouted and starts to run around thinking that it is the end of their lives. The black matter is still getting bigger and bigger, the one on the ceiling has already reached the walls, the one on the chandelier has already spread on the floor. It turns everything it touches into black like it is eating everything it gets to put its hands on.