Goku Black Rift Novels & Stories

The transfigured henchman flew up to a certain feet higher and smashed down unconscious on the unseen ground, disclosing his body full of non-bleeding wounds in dark spots and bent from the constant strains Gage inflicted on his pliable yet slightly invulnerable body. Gage softly sighed, this was the fourth time he had passed out from hits of such then Gage walked around. Luckily for him, he spotted a little rip on the unseen grounds, he stopped observed the rip for a while, looked around him if there was anything like that anywhere, on seeing nothing but this rip, he puts his hand upon it sensing a dull aura coming outside like a cracked portal back to his own world. Before long he traced a

He cut open space in front of him and disappeared into the void of the opened space before it had vanished without a trace. ------------------------------ At the same time - Somewhere underground ------------------------------ Within a dimly lit room of the underground. 3 decrepit old men in the luxurious coffin open their eyes from a deep slumber. [The Venerable Black River qi has disappeared from the world. Is he dead?] onc of the decrepit old men asked one of his friends in telepathy. [It’s impossible, His strength is beyond immortal. Other than the Immortal Emperor Hong Di no one has the capability to fight him on equal ground.] Answered one of his friends to the first decrepit old man.

When this happened, Kirou spoke up once more, "Now comes the second reason." Kirou walked back from the block a bit and took an offensive stance. Everyone grew confused at this. Kirou had his fighter gloves equipped and there was a visible aura forming on his right hand. A second later, the aura on his hand stabilized in the form of a black sphere and Kirou immediately vanished from where he stood. Before anyone could question where he went, they were all greeted with a loud bang, followed by a burst of black light that seized their attention.

Ravi answered, revealing her age old wisdom. “Get ready,” Grandpa Winks informed them as he felt the key had accepted enough to open a gateway. He slowly stuck it out before him, and a keyhole formed around the golden key. Twisting the key produced a clicking sound, and a black hole that revealed nothing but darkness in its infinite nature appeared before the small group. “Go,” Grandpa Winks ordered. “Bye Grandfather,” Morgana hugged the Cold Emperor softly before entering the black hole confidently, not all worried by what it could lead her to. Her hug softened the young looking old man’s features, for a bright smile lit up his face.

Black Garuda practically carried Arka and lowered him into the underground space. Calista followed with trembling steps. Black Garuda went last. The moment his body disappeared— BRAAAK! A massive slab collapsed, and the entrance was completely sealed.

​The black ship did not descend like the golden vessels of the Architects. It did not warp or shimmer. It "tore" into the atmosphere, leaving a jagged, violet rift in the sky above Neo-Tokyo that bled a thick, oily smoke. As the Scavengers of the Void approached, the "Universal-Link", the mental web connecting seven billion people, began to scream. It wasn't a scream of pain, but of "void-static," a hunger so profound it felt like the very air was being sucked out of the world’s lungs.

Just a rift that looks like the universe forgot to render a piece of itself. Aidan is already in the courtyard when it opens. Matteo and I sprint after him. The air is wrong. Not heavy. Not calculating. Chaotic. Static laces across the ground in thin blue threads. “This isn’t him,” I whisper. Correct, the partitioned presence replies faint now, less cohesive. The black rift widens. No voice comes from it. No offer. No invitation. Just distortion. Then the first message appears. Not in the air. On every screen.

“You’re a fool! You’ll destroy everything!” Killian’s answer was a roar as he drove his claws through Lukas’s chest. The darkness burst — but instead of blood, shadow spilled out, screaming like a thousand voices at once. Lukas staggered, laughing even as his body flickered apart. “You can’t kill what’s already gone,” he hissed. “I am the Rift.” Killian stared as Lukas’s form dissolved, merging with the storm of shadows above. The air shifted. The ground cracked. And in the center of the sky, the moon’s light shattered completely.