Black Flash Novels & Stories

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

She started walking again and stopped when she saw fire in the grassland. "Is this a wild fire?" Damon asked as he stood beside her. Mira froze when she looked at the ignited fire which burnt down the four feet grass. The flames were high. She gulped as that night flashed in front of her. Her body couldn't move and started sweating. Her vision blinked with darkness and light as she had flashbacks. Damon looked at her and frowned when he noticed changes in her behaviour. "Mira?" She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

This was the moment that I had been looking forward to. After that, there was a dazzling flash of light that appeared out of nowhere. Ryder recoiled, his hands flying up to grab my arms, which were still encircling his neck. As he searched the area for the origin of the bright flash, his eyes, which were already unsettlingly dark, became even darker than they had been before. He gave off the impression of being confused and wary, just like a dangerous animal that had been startled out of hibernation.

I clench my teeth as white flashes flash in my vision. “MAKE IT STOP!” I scream as I rip the door open and fall out on to the road. I scream before it turns to a howl. I convulse on the floor. Fighting whatever is happening to me. Rolling to my knees, I pant as my claws slip out and I growl loudly, fighting to gain control of myself. When I’m hit with flashing images and I scream out in pain, clutching my head as my claws rake down my face.

As they flash, they change color and grow in brightness until I have to shut my eyes again. With every flash I see behind my eyelids, I feel stronger. The aches and weakness are practically disappearing with each one and I can't help but smile. The contract wasn't a lie. I am being healed by aliens somewhere far from Earth. When the flashes stop I open my eyes and look at the red lady again. I give her a big smile to show I am happy and she smiles right back. She seems pleased with my reaction to her healing lights, but unwilling to talk just yet. She presses another button and a few lights flash over me again before her screen pops back up. It disappears faster this time and I wait to see w

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The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."

He turned around and left the room without looking back, while my fingers, still trembling, closed over the cold metal and glass of the phone. It was an elegant device, a deep matte black with no visible markings. I lifted it in front of my face, searching for the power button. But as soon as I pressed it, the screen came to life, and immediately, a blinding flash shot from the front camera, hitting me directly in the face. “Ah!” I exclaimed, closing my eyes tightly while small white spots danced behind my eyelids. I blinked several times, trying to get my pupils to normalize after the sudden light.

I don’t need distraction for what comes next. The car door opens. The noise is immediate. There's shouting, camera shutters, bright lights bursting in every direction. I step out first. It's instinct. Control the scene before it controls you. I turn and offer Enid my hand. For a moment, she hesitates. Only a second. But I catch it. Then her fingers slip into mine. I help her out, and the flashes intensify. She looks stunned for half a heartbeat, then fixes her posture and head like she was born into this.