Sounds Of Blackness I Believe Novels & Stories

they greeted me and I don't think I can still hear anything until everything went black. --------------- END ---------------

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

For the thing that makes even the gods draw breath like prey. The roots at my feet stir, restless. One splits open. A bloom rises — a black flower without light. Its petals unfurl in silence, slick as oil, edges glistening as if they had drunk deep of graves. The pulse shudders through it, rattling my teeth, aching in my bones. I kneel, pressing a hand to the earth. The tremor that runs through it feels like laughter trying to escape. “Wake,” I whisper to the dark. “They’ve forgotten what it means to bleed.”

On the tiny obsidian-black stone nestled in the center. He knew. He felt it. The moment Nyra’s soul was dragged into the abyss. “You,” he said, voice low, too low. Then he screamed. A sound not made for mortal ears. It tore through the walls, through bone, through reason. The stone beneath my feet trembled. Metal bars rattled violently in their hinges, dust exploded from cracks in the ceiling. The very air twisted around us, howling and spiraling like a cyclone had been summoned into the room, dragging loose debris into a swirling storm of chaos.

The world goes soft at the edges, like paint running down a wall. I don’t want to go without giving them something to remember besides a broken king. I force a noise out of me, half a growl, half prayer, soiled with curse words and raw need. And then the black takes me deeper, I can't feel my body.

The sound wasn't a roar. It wasn't an earthquake. It was something far worse. The sound of reality tearing apart. A crack split the city. Not a crack in stone. A crack in space. It opened directly beneath the black tower. Darkness erupted upward. Pure darkness. Not the absence of light. Something alive. Something that consumed light. The silver glow vanished wherever it touched. The jailer raised its hand. Thousands of silver chains exploded from the ground. They wrapped around the darkness instantly. The city shook violently.

I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit. With a loud crash, the car broke through the guardrail and plummeted downward at full speed. As the wind howled past my ears, I closed my eyes in resignation.