Black Zero Event Novels & Stories

And then. Everything went black.

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.

And then all went black. ......

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

It materialized directly on the track. Between Alina and Kaira. A black vehicle. Unlike anything else in the Archive. No silver. No symbols. No light. Just darkness. Both women froze. The system exploded. Every notification turned blood red. [UNAUTHORIZED PARTICIPANT DETECTED] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] [HOST ZERO] The black car accelerated instantly. Faster than either of them. Impossible speed. Impossible presence. The finish line was only moments away. Kaira's face lost all color.

​ANG PAGLALAYAG SA KAWALAN ​Sa huling bahagi ng kabanata, isang dambuhalang Cloaking Field ang bumalot sa New Hohenberg Station. Sa mata ng mundo, ang station ay biglang sumabog at naglaho sa orbit. Ang lahat ng media ay nag-ulat na ang pamilya Black ay namatay sa isang aksidente matapos ang digmaan.

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.

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. He was unaffected by their pull.

Arthur snapped, “It means nothing can ever be declared fully real again!” Silence hit the chamber again. Ama slowly looked down at her hands. Then at the glowing node beneath her feet. “So everything depends on me refusing to be defined.” No one contradicted her. That was answer enough. The archive pulsed again. But weaker this time. Less certain. As if it was now trying to understand her instead of controlling her. The man in black stepped closer. Now fully focused. “This is the boundary event,” he said quietly. A pause. “The moment where systems stop predicting and start adapting.”

The shards of the "Infinite Window" did not fall; they drifted through the pressurized air of the boardroom like a rain of diamonds caught in a slow-motion explosion. Silas Blackwood stood at the center of the wreckage, his chest heaving, the "Red Needle" in his hand still vibrating with the frequency of the "Biological Truth" he had just unleashed. Outside, the sky of Sector 0 was no longer a chemical blue. It was a bruised, iridescent violet, as the "Heresy" of the North flooded the human city, turning neon signs into flickering ghosts and steel towers into monuments of unmapped memory.