Black Hole Oc Novels & Stories

“What, really?!” Asphalt and Code Nine stopped from their tracks as they looked up. Xiao stopped also and she saw one humongous thing right in front of her. It was unexplainable and indescribable, but she had a gist what was it. It was dark as if it was encircling something as it moves. “Wait… I think I know this.” “Yes, it’s a black hole.” Xiao was unable to speak for a moment before she shook her head, “But you do know that whoever enters this—”

The air around us dropped to absolute zero. The Rogue stopped snarling. His eyes widened. The yellow turned to terror as he realized—too late—that he wasn't pinning a victim. He was pinning a black hole.

Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Ding! Ding! RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him.

The sword light kept rotating, emitting a dense smell of death, which showed what she was thinking. Yin Luo and Gina Jones were attracted by the real sea demons on the ground. However, Caspian coldly stared at the black hole left behind by the destruction of the eyeball. The color of the black hole was like ink. It was extremely sticky and thick. At this time, it formed a vortex, as if it wanted to twist the surrounding space and time and drag them into it. "You must be One-eyed Soul Snatcher." Caspian's voice suddenly broke the silence of the night.

Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Red Alert! Ding! Ding! Ding! RED ALERT! Blackening Value increase-75% The blackening happened so suddenly that Omeo who heard an unfamiliar sound inside his head furrowed his brows, as he was thinking who is it, having to cross a thought that he might have been bonded by a system suddenly made him feel ecstasy but before he feel an un-presented joy of finally having a system despite him not being a hero or Sotiras, a big shadow that was shaped into a weird figure appeared in front of him.

It sounded logical. “How ironic that his eyes revealed this to me,” Mane smiled coldly as he pressed on towards Ancestor Origin’s location. It was by using True Eyes that Mane realised that when Ancestor Origin executed that Black Hole punch which killed that family, he wasn’t holding on to the miniature black hole like he made it appear. He coated the black hole with wind instead of holding it directly. And the reason it activated only after he moved away was because it was corroding the wind laws around it first.

They became the very runes I was currently reading. "To broadcast the truth, one must become the truth," my mother’s voice whispered in the stream, her face momentarily forming in the shifting obsidian. "Chiamaka, the Black frequency isn't a shadow. It’s the 'Dark Matter' of communication—the stuff that holds the stars together. Use it to anchor the room." Above me, a massive THUD echoed. The first Null-Rod had been activated.

Orion opened his eyes slowly, blinking back the darkness curling around the edge of his sight. The darkness gradually cleared and the world around him came into focus. Around him, there was nothing but an endless abyss. Black stretched infinitely in every direction, swallowing sound, time, and sense. And yet, in the center of that void, a figure hovered before him, radiant, serene and untouched by the darkness around them. It was the goddess, Selene and somehow, the most innate part of him recognised his maker.

Wearing a green dress, a sheepish smile on her face as she waved at her. “Hey Hestia. Going to the toilet too?” Freya then pointed to the direction where the restroom is. “Yes, are you too>” asked Hestia back. Freya nodded her head as a reply and walked until she and Hestia were on the same level. Then both girls walked at the same time as Freya said, “Let’s go together. You know, girls go to the toilet in groups.” Freya giggled at what she said and they walked in silence, listening to the faint sound of the host opening the bidding for the piece presented: the canvas that is all black. The crowd gasps in amazement as they thought they were looking at a square shaped hole. With the canvas a

Moisture glistened in her eyes, but she blinked it away with a tremulous snarl. "I can't decide which chokes me more - the despicable depths of your depravity in using me this way... or the soul-withering fact that some tangled roots of my affections still cringe for you in pity." Hailey clutched her head, and when her features contorted in a visceral wince, I could feel the phantom lances of the character's agony piercing my own breast. Her voice climbed, visceral and Rawly unrestrained: "You're... you're a BLACK HOLE, Nathan! A cosmic void that endlessly slams more and more bodies into its singularity, coldly disintegrating them into formless streams of hawking radiation spat out from the