Black Hole And Wormhole Novels & Stories

"The last stars dying. But life—stubborn life—still clings to existence around white dwarfs, brown dwarfs, even black holes. Imagine their desperation. Their loneliness. Civilizations that once spanned galaxies reduced to huddling around dying embers." The vision shifted further. "Quintillions of years hence. Black holes evaporating through Hawking radiation. The last structures in the universe dissolving into elementary particles. But still, somehow, consciousness persists—quantum fluctuations achieving brief awareness before dissolving. Moments of existence just long enough to realize they're alone before ending." "You're showing me one possibility," I countered. "One interpretation." "I'm

We had updated them. "Mia!" Dax’s voice was faint, drifting away. I reached for him, but the explosion had pushed us apart. I was drifting one way, he was drifting another. And then, I saw it. Behind the wreckage of the Nullity ship, a wormhole was opening. A swirling vortex of pure white light. It was pulling everything in the debris, the energy... and us. "Dax!" I screamed, thrashing in the vacuum. "Don't fight it!" Dax yelled back, his form tumbling into the light. "It’s the Architects! They're pulling us back!"

"We’re entering the eye of the nebula now, Mother. The gas is thinning, but the gravity is spiking. There’s a massive object in the center... it’s not a planet. It’s a structure." As we cleared the violet clouds, the "Grave of the First Mother" revealed itself. It was a gargantuan ring, miles across, constructed of ivory and silver that had grown dull with eons of neglect. It wasn't orbiting a sun; it was suspended in the center of a localized black hole, held in place by a series of massive, glowing tethers that looked like the Weaver’s knots etched into my own skin. "It’s a stasis-cradle," Aris breathed, joining us on the bridge. "The black hole is being used as a battery. This place is li

All of them; hundreds of spheres slammed together, forming a massive, milky wall that blocked the way to the deep space relay. "If we cannot eat the story," the voices boomed, no longer whispering but roaring like a dying star, "then no one will. We will format the void." The milky wall began to collapse inward, creating a localized black hole. The gravity was so intense it started to pull the violet sun itself into the center. "Kael, we can't get through!" Maya shouted over the roar of the collapsing universe. "There's one more partition," I realized, looking at the center of the black hole. It wasn't just a void. There was a tiny, flickering light at the very bottom of the gravity well. A

Danger! "What?" I ask aloud. He presses a finger to his lips, eyes wide, and points frantically behind me. I turn. Fifty meters away, an invisible force tears space apart, revealing a pitch-black, circular void. A wormhole. And then, something crawls out. Two long, twitching antennae. Oh, hell no. What is that thing? A cockroach the size of a compact car falls out of the black hole. Its multifaceted eyes lock onto me instantly.

One of the judges asked. "A wormhole is a theoretical tunnel or shortcut predicted by Einstein's theory of relativity, that links two places in space-time - visualized above as the contours of a 3-D map, where negative energy pulls space and time into the mouth of a tunnel, energizing in another universe" she stated and wondered how Sarah knew the questions to be asked. "Impressive, so how would a time machine work?" Mr. Adams asked.

But the sad fact remains that they understand little about it. The tapestry of our universe is imperfect. It unravels. It comes undone. An occasional hole pops up, and its edges fray with time. Wormholes, physicists call them. As if some hungry annelid munched its way through space and popped out into another dimension. Higher beings laugh at our Earth-centric views, but they keep quiet, enjoying the ridiculous theories we continue to propose.

asked Henry. "Well," Franc responded, "that was just heresy but there do exist microscopic black holes that would have seemed impossible to enlarge until I met you, speedsters. With your speed and the result of the collision, the residual energy should be more than enough to amplify a black hole that would either become unstable and destroy the earth or create an opening through spacetime in the form of a wormhole." "And all of this will happen once my daughter goes in there?" asked Jenna. "This is all theoretical! We've never come this close to a discovery like we did with the Higgs boson!"

The embracing figure in the form of the old grandfather made out of pure energy was so powerful that space seemed to fold unto itself like a worm wriggling in utter display of minute resistance. Planets, meteors, and all the heavenly bodies inside this universe turned into nothingness as the great white devoured them. All the undead beings were also put in the same condition. No matter how they tried to escape and run away they were badly unsuccessful as the spell encircled their whole universe, there was nowhere to go. Only death and oblivion was their destination. The figure became smaller and smaller and within it the whole universe was also consumed until nothing was left of it but the e

He wished he was passing out. High above them, a torn in the skies expanded. Slowly, but surely, it stretched out for miles, invading the world with an unnatural silver color. From all the silver, there was a dark center that Lars originally thought was a black hole. The black hole moved, and a pair of silver eyes on it opened.