Pitch Black Planet Novels & Stories

I flick into pages after pages of words and I stopped when I saw IMAGINARY MISSION: BUILD A NEW WORLD by yours truly, Sadie Ozoa (STILL IN WORKS) written at the very top of the page. Below are, what I assume, are details or information about this “planet.” The PLANET NAME section is blank, SHAPE OF PLANET is “Earth shape, but smaller (to avoid being known)”, WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE has “Like Earth but more peaceful, more kind, more loving, fewer fights and judging, and so much worth living in.”, WHY THE NEW PLANET writes “For the least, lost, and last. For the weak and the outcast. For introverts. For every one that deserves better.”, Lastly, WHAT THE PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE has a drawing of a p

Earth Nexus Of The Planet Lilith rode caressed the ground like a smoke from above crushing everything in it path, in little minute, the planet from above was dark. There was no light or brightness to talk of salvation, everything has been completely ruined. There was no cloud to justify it supremacy, the totality of everything on the planet has completely been jeopardized. Although, not all humans were extinct but many fell under the rage of the demons, they were held captive and forced to rule under them as servants.

into the violet energy, their kinetic force being recycled to power the "Siphon." "Hold it, Silas!" I screamed. "I... am... the... King!" Silas roared, his human muscles bulging, his eyes burning with a light that was neither brown nor violet, but a blinding, pure white. The red planet in the sky grew larger. Larger. It was no longer a distant orb; it was a landscape. I could see the forests, the oceans, the cities that Vivian had built for the elite. And they were falling. Not into the Earth, but **into the Shroud**.

"After so long, my blood boils at the prospect of what's to come." The being cracked a smile that was akin to that of a madman as it took a deep breath, feeling the entire plane it was in. "Time to make a journey." The surrounding air froze, as if listening to a command, and as if he never existed, he was nowhere to be seen. But the evidence of his presence and disappearance left its impact on the little blue planet, for after the second the being disappeared, the gravity of the entire planet warped on itself. An already crumbling planet went through the apocalyptic force that acted on it as it finally imploded. Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted

said Belphegor. "326 years is still… a lot," sighed Chaos. "Haha! Perhaps. Well, as I said I shall make it brief to not bore you with the meaningless information. To resume everything, this planet is named Ginnungagap, and it is within the confines of the Solar System named Orion, which is illuminated by the dim yellow light of the Orion Star, a small yellow star. Thanks to this planet's atmosphere, we barely get any light due to the black clouds constantly expanding above the sky… This planet is also known as the "Forgotten Wasteland Planet", as it is where most of the "Trash" of other worlds come to live, escaping from other planets where they might be being followed. Additionally, many pl

There were thousands of planets around her, but nothing green or blue like Earth—just gray, lifeless orbs that looked like burned bread left too long in the oven. "This is what your grandmother did," the giant’s voice echoed in her mind. June saw a vision of a young Margaret Miller—not an old woman, but a greedy girl with a silver net, catching the light from these planets and pulling it into a jar. Every time she caught a spark, another planet died. "She didn’t invent the Spark," June croaked. The air in the vision squeezed her lungs. "She stole it."

of Earth was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity that felt like needles against the mind. Alpha Centauri Bb was a world of blinding whites and deep, bruising purples. The ammonia oceans didn't wave; they pulsed with a slow, tectonic rhythm. The crystalline mountains acted as natural dampeners, absorbing the ship’s resonance and grounding it into the permafrost. "The grid is failing," the Lead Weaver reported, her voice trembling. "The planet is... absorbing us. The Fourteenth Frequency is being neutralized faster than we can broadcast it. Sarah, the pioneers are going cold."

"We didn't come this far to be turned into ash by a star." The planet of Pyrrhos was a clinical impossibility. It was not a solid sphere of rock, but a collection of massive, floating obsidian islands suspended within a sea of liquid sun. The atmosphere was a thick golden haze that hummed with the raw, unfiltered power of the First Fire. As we descended toward the primary citadel, I saw the inhabitants. They were the Fire Keepers: the original tribe of the Sun Pack, and they were terrifying to behold.

​The Iron-Desert ​Elena stood at the observation petal as the ship’s external shutters opened. Below them lay a world of rusted red and jagged black. Proxima b was a tidally locked planet, one side eternally scorched by its red dwarf sun, the other trapped in a permanent, frozen night. Between them lay the "Twilight-Girdle," a narrow strip of hurricane-force winds and iron-dust storms.

​The shadow of the Entropy-Siphon was no longer a distant smudge; it was a hungry, black veil draped over the outer rim of the solar system. As it moved past Pluto, the stars behind it didn't just dim—they vanished, as if the universe were being unpainted by a cosmic eraser. On Earth, the "Third Genesis" hummed with a frantic, vibrating anxiety. The Whisper-Moss had turned a sharp, neon white, reflecting the planetary nervous system’s fight-or-flight response.