Romans & histoires Old Blood Noise Endeavors Dark Star

The Empty Tether POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) The silence in the ruined Black Cathedral was the loudest thing I had ever heard. Not peaceful-quiet. Bomb-just-went-off quiet — the kind that presses on your eardrums until they ache, the kind where your own heartbeat sounds like it's coming from somewhere else. The dark ether vein under the floor was a smoking crater, still hissing faintly at the edges. The True King of Blood — five thousand years of nightmare, the thing every pack in the North had built their bedtime stories around — was a heap of greasy black ash drifting across cracked obsidian like he'd never been anything at all.

cried Mars, in a voice that frightened everyone, as his black veins reappeared and his lenses became very dark. But Darkle, not afraid, held his hand to do their job, they pulled out an old woman who was terrified Mars' eyes became red and black as he stared at his frightened companion Can he face an entire herd? “I am ready to kill your flock one by one for my companion, and you are the first, do you know this?” With a hiss, he said, taking slow steps towards Darkle, who was staring at him coldly

"I seek the power of Azserroke, Demon of the Darkness. Bring to me my other half, my blood, my soul, my sister in the womb. I offer you the blood to seek my desire. I offer you the power of this soul." The words seemed very straight forward and simple. I didn't know how all this mumbo jumbo worked, but if it was supposed to be straight forward, that wasn't exactly how I would have put it. The blood from my hand dripped on the bottom point of the star. Mila's body went rigid. Her mouth lifted to the sky in a terrible scream that raised goosebumps to my skin. The circle and symbols within glowed an eerie green.

of the ancient Union. "Something is 'Hissing' in the dark," a young Navigator from the Andromeda-rim reported back to the Milky Way. Her name was Elara, and she was a descendant of the "Silver-Eyed," but she had never felt a tool or smelled a fire. "There is a 'Noise' coming from the void. It’s not a song, and it’s not light. It’s... a clank."

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

The darkness was consuming everyone I loved. I tried to pull the shard out, but it was fused to my ribs. "Rowan... I'm sorry..." I whispered. The last thing I saw before the darkness swallowed me was the moon. It wasn't violet anymore. It was **Red**. And a new voice, a voice that sounded like a thousand angry Shareholders, boomed across the frozen Earth. *"Season 2: The End of Reality. Authorized."*

With all the remaining energy left in him, he looked up to see Raphael holding a gun and the mouth of the gun was steaming hot. That bastard. Colton’s hand was still moving. He tried to reach forward. If he could only stretch harder, maybe he’d get at her feet. That was all that he wanted. But before he could do any of that, he heard another gunshot, and everything went dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ SIERRA ~ * BANG! *

|| Third party pov || The sky darkened without warning as hundreds of crows descended upon the packlands. Their black wings blotted out the sun as they circled in eerie silence before vanishing into the forest, leaving only scattered feathers in their wake. Endora's gnarled fingers trembled as she pressed two vials into Lilac's palm. The first swirled with smoky darkness, cold to the touch. The second glowed faintly amber, its contents unknown to anyone but the old healer.

THIRD PERSON’S POV The sky bled into darkness. It started as a creeping shadow, swallowing the moonlight inch by inch until the world was bathed in an eerie twilight. The stars, once gleaming like distant embers, flickered—one by one—before vanishing altogether. The wind that once rustled the trees now held an unnatural stillness, heavy with something unseen. Something old. Something hungry. Deep within the heart of the Abyssal Order’s stronghold, the ritual neared its peak.

Something older than the system. Older than the first state. Older than memory itself. And from beyond existence came a response. A single voice. Ancient. Terrifying. And impossibly familiar. "At last." Everything went dark.