Do Black Holes Move Novels & Stories

It’s wild and chaotic, like some invisible force has locked onto me and decided I’m going wherever it wants, no questions asked. The pull is sharp, way stronger than before, and it’s dragging me toward something. I can’t see it yet, but I feel it—a dense, crushing energy ahead, like the universe itself is collapsing into a single point. A black hole. That’s the only way I can describe it. The space around me twists and distorts, and it feels like everything is rushing toward this one spot. My body—or whatever part of me is left—gets lighter, almost weightless, but the force pulling me is relentless, and it’s fast.

Diana snapped. "Right," Carter got back to his elaboration, "so, Natasha will run in the opposite direction, starting from ATLAS once she gets into the accelerator. Her speed will be boosted enough to almost match that of the protons until you meet, collide and hopefully the result of the collision should form a wormhole." "Is it true that you can create black holes that could destroy our planet?" asked Henry.

Ivan's command left no room for argument. Roy retreated; a third impact struck, this one more violent than the last. The lights flickered, and a deep groan echoed through the station as the gravitational pull of the black hole began to assert its dominance. “Gravitational drift detected,” Kat’s voice came through the comms, laced with panic. “The station’s trajectory is shifting. We’re falling towards the event horizon.” “Damn it!” Ivan growled. “Elara, redirect all powers to the thrusters. Keep us stable as long as you can!”

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.

The countless stars that were exploding far away from Zhu Wushang's astral body within the vast dark space emitted a familiar and nostalgic feeling to him. On the horizon far away as his eyes could see. The lone dark black hole emits the chaotic shadow that wriggles out of the center like a creature. At that lone and wriggling life-like black hole the feeling of nostalgia was intensified as his astral body slowly drifted toward it. The drifting speed was sometimes slow, sometimes as fast as the light covering vast and uncountable distances, but the black hole didn’t seem to be getting closer. Then… the scene changed from the vast darkness of chaos and exploding stars into the normal space th

The Galactic Center. The Singularity. Zero Hour + 20 Hours 20 Minutes. The Void Sovereign did not move from his monolithic throne. The colossal, fallen god simply raised a single, armored finger. Instantly, the laws of gravity within the dead dimension violently inverted. A localized black hole, no larger than a fist but carrying the mass of a collapsed star, materialized directly inside Sebastian’s chest. It was an attack designed to instantly crush a mortal into subatomic dust.

"If we go through that hole, Kaelor, time won't mean anything. We could come back and find Navia turned to dust." Aradaa’s voice cracked. He stared through the Gaea’s forward membrane at the swirling abyss of the black hole. The thing was a wound in the sky, a spinning hunger rimmed with violet fire. They were in the slip-stream now. The stars didn't look like stars anymore. They were long, white threads of light, stretched thin by a speed that made the hull scream.

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.

It wants to come out, wants this threat, wants blood. I tell it, not yet. I put Selene behind me as I stand up straight. SCRAPE, SCRAPE, SCRAPE. It's circling. Can't see where it's coming from. That's bad. Real bad. Then the middle—big, black hole that is in the center—starts to move. Heat comes out of it. And something starts to rise. So slow. So huge. So wrong.

"They wanted our 'Will'? Now they have it. But it’s the 'Will-of-the-Anchor.' It’s the 'Will-that-Sinks'." The effect of the "Iron-Bite" was catastrophic for the predators. The "Black-Holes-with-Teeth" began to develop "Lumps." Their fluid, shadowy forms became "Jagged" and "Brittle." They could no longer "Translation-Shift" back into the outer-dark because they were too "Heavy" for their own physics. They were "Trapped" in the very reality they had come to harvest, forced to endure the "Friction" and "Gravity" they had spent eons avoiding.