Black Holes Novels & Stories

It feels like inhaling acid vapours, where every faint breath is burning their lungs and their airways. A few glimpses around them confirm their arrival on the other side. Everything they were told is true. Here, life ceased to exist long before they were born and it's been degrading with every passing decade. Black holes, some as big as the city, are scattered in the distance, eating up entire hills and forests into their bottomless abyss. With the first rays of dawn turning the darkness into an unclear orange glow, so are the horrors of the past resurfacing in front of them. The massive dots are no more than enormous, scorched craters blasted by nuclear bomb

A small black hole appeared at the center where the sword collided with the barrier, which constantly devoured the surrounding energy. A huge suction force came from the black hole, which even the surrounding pseudo holy beings found hard to resist. Due to the huge energy consumption, the sword in the sky could hardly recover either and was swallowed by the black hole.

Its final, unwavering destination was a supermassive black hole, a swirling, silent maw of absolute nothingness that was consuming everything around it, a wound in the fabric of reality itself. And beside the black hole, a line of text materialized, written in the oldest, most primal form of the werewolf language, the glowing, runic letters seeming to burn themselves into the screen and into the deepest, most primal part of their minds. "THE PRISON OF 'THEY'." A dead, cold, profound silence fell inside the aircraft, the deafening roar of the engines suddenly seeming small and utterly insignificant against the vast, silent scream of the cosmos. "They?" Ben Carter's voice was a dry, cracking,

It was a black hole a miniature, hungry void spinning with a sound like a low, grinding growl. I flicked my wrist. The gravity shifted, and the void inhaled. Lysandra didn't even have time to register the end. She was pulled into the event horizon, a brief, muffled shriek swallowed by the silence of the vacuum, and then she was gone. Wiped from the map. Erased.

Turning his back to Roy. The station groaned again, the force of the black hole pulling it inexorably closer. Roy turned away from the door, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he realised the hopelessness of his situation as of right now. Through the cracked window, he could see the event horizon drawing nearer, its ominous glow swallowing the stars behind it. The station’s metal frame groaned and bent under the immense gravitational forces. Roy sank to his knees, his mind racing. That's it, he thought.

In another of the desolate parts of the wilderness, a black hole stood. The hole was a few feet off the ground and looked like a mirage to anyone who was within 50 meters of it. Yet no creature dared to get close to it. For the few that did were sucked into the black hole – well, parts of them. Some had only their heads sucked in, effectively beheading them and costing them their lives. Others had half of their bodies taken, and some were totally minced even before they could step foot into the black hole. The creatures that remained had learned from the deaths of the first few. No one dared try again.

"Silas hasn't just built a processor; he’s built a digital black hole. It’s not just erasing the data; it’s consuming the energy of the city’s grid to power the Weaver’s evolution." "And like any black hole, it has an event horizon," Elias Thorne added, his voice a low, steady cadence. "A point where the logic breaks down. Silas believes that perfection is absolute, but perfection is also brittle. It can't handle the 'shadow'—the variables that don't fit into his clean, corporate algorithms."

It’s possible something deadly could come through. We watch, holding our breath as the black hole appears and begins to grow. It stops expanding when it’s barely taller than a man, just like the one on Alcatraz. The blackness seems less dense and not quite as well-formed this time. The surface of the dark sphere looks a bit ragged, too.

James observed the formation for a moment and said, “This formation is ancient and complex, but it isn’t too difficult to break. Just give me some time. I’ll break it.” “Okay, I’ll wait for you,” Zeno said with a hint of excitement. James set up a time formation around himself. Boom! As the formation was being set up, a tremendous shockwave swept through the area, causing his time formation to collapse in an instant. At the outer edges of the ruins, several Spatial Black Holes appeared. They exuded a terrifying gravitational pull capable of swallowing everything. Despite the horror of the black holes, Zeno stood near their edge.

I guess he could kind of pick up by my horrified expression that I thought consumed meant something terrible. Because he let out a laugh as he shook his head at me, “Don’t worry, you didn’t consume them by gobbling them all up or anything,” “Well when you say consume that’s pretty much the picture you’re painting,” I said rolling my eyes at him. “Okay, okay. Maybe consume might be a too strong word for you to process right now, but it’s exactly what it was for other matter to come into your orbit. Planets, stars, moons, even black holes, and white holes would all come into you’re orbit and rotate just around you alone,”