Noir The Primordial Black Novels & Stories

Their eyes turned pitch black, and claws began tearing through their hands like those of the Umbreal. Chaos erupted. Alpha Blackthorn immediately sprang into action, protecting anyone he could but this disaster felt planned. “How could Umbreal enter the city of Luris?! There must be a traitor!” Alpha Blackthorn roared as he shifted into a massive jet-black wolf. He stood bravely in front of Lucien, who had yet to gain his full power since the full moon had not risen. From within the swirling black smoke, a familiar figure emerged. Gargan Noctyrr Noar.

Ancestor Bodhi said with a smile, “Back then, the evil Buddhism tried to topple the Siddhartha realm. Eventually, a great battle broke out in Shoraionji Temple. This starship of Miss Shelly could shatter a star and destroy a world with one cannon. That’s called apocalyptic.” Alex felt as though he was listening to a myth, but now, he was also a myth in others’ eyes. The huge black hole contained an intense suction force. About a hundred people among the remaining black-clothed guards were sucked into the black hole. Even Northern Emperor Dust’s main body, the hydra, was below the black hole. His body was so enormous that it was simply a sitting duck. Furthermore... he never expected that Hou

All that mattered was the primal urge coursing through my veins, driving me to possess this powerful, captivating creature. Nero's presence in my mind was a raging storm, his primal urges and desires threatening to consume me whole. He howled and clawed, begging to be unleashed, and I felt my resolve wavering. My eyes began to turn black, a sign that Nero was gaining the upper hand, and I knew I was running out of time.

My synapses fired with a violence that made my vision white, the hollow spaces in my soul being filled with the messy, beautiful chaos of a life I had almost forgotten. The black node shrieked: a high-pitched and metallic shriek that echoed through the hall as the light began to burn away the rot. The black smoke that made up the node’s core was violently sucked inward, imploding until the obsidian monolith shattered into a thousand pieces of harmless dust.

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.

It was empty, but glowing, a single point of amber light that pulsed in the same rhythm as the Core in his pocket, waiting for him specifically. ( Confirm ) An object appeared on the pedestal, a fist-sized crystal orb, clear with a complex internal structure resembling a probability lattice from the anchor chamber. As he lifted it, it felt perfectly weighted and warm, matching the Core. His panel opened. [ Data Orb Acquired ] Before he could finish reading, the vision arrived. 'First fragment.' Eryndor Prime is at an anchor nexus with Foundation precursors, arguing. A figure advanced with a suppression band, but Eryndor Prime's hand disintegrated it. "Probability cannot be contained. It sele

"We’re entering the eye of the nebula now, Mother. The gas is thinning, but the gravity is spiking. There’s a massive object in the center... it’s not a planet. It’s a structure." As we cleared the violet clouds, the "Grave of the First Mother" revealed itself. It was a gargantuan ring, miles across, constructed of ivory and silver that had grown dull with eons of neglect. It wasn't orbiting a sun; it was suspended in the center of a localized black hole, held in place by a series of massive, glowing tethers that looked like the Weaver’s knots etched into my own skin. "It’s a stasis-cradle," Aris breathed, joining us on the bridge. "The black hole is being used as a battery. This place is li

We watch on as a blast of black energy erupts from Azadou’s body, straight up, swallowing the sun in darkness and plunging the field and the Earth itself into instant darkness. This isn’t the darkness of night; this is like being swallowed by the shadows themselves. Even I can barely see through this darkness. I can hear the sounds of those fighting against the eyti becoming overwhelmed by their force, unable to see what they’re fighting. But the eyti don’t need eyes to seek their prey, they can sniff them out.

The shockwave flattened half the camp, sent warriors flying, cracked the ground beneath our feet. "This is the worst plan you have ever had," Rhett said through the bond. "This is the best bad option available," I corrected. "That is not reassuring!" "Nothing about this situation is reassuring!" The Void Emperor manifested partially—a shadowy form built from stolen souls and corrupted dimensions. He swept through three Primordials, consuming their essence like food. But each consumption cost him, left him weakened, vulnerable. The Primordials responded by simply unmaking portions of his manifestation. Erasing them from existence so completely they could never reform.

* The third and final lock clicked open. The colossal, matte-black door began to slowly grind backward, breaking a seal that had held since before the dawn of time. A thin, vertical line of absolute darkness appeared in the breach. It was not an ordinary shadow, nor was it the comforting void that Nihilus had commanded. It was a darkness so dense, so fundamentally heavy, that it seemed to actively swallow the very concept of thought itself. And from within that yawning, prehistoric abyss—a single, massive eye opened. It was watching. Waiting. It was an intelligence ancient beyond human comprehension, burning with a cold, terrifying clarity.