Wormhole And Blackhole Novels & Stories

A swirling black mass formed above us— expanding, rotating, growing. A portal. A dangerous one. Lyra’s eyes widened. “Did he just open a black hole?!” The air pulled violently toward it. “Hold on to something!” Kaid yelled. The ground cracked as debris, stones—even chunks of the earth—were sucked upward. I blasted fire at it. Lila screamed over the roaring wind, “And what exactly did you think THAT was going to do?!” “At least I’m doing something!” I shouted back. “I know how to close it!” Lily yelled. “But I’ll need help!”

In just a few moments, William fell silent once again, laying on the bottom of the vase, not moving an inch. “Dad…” Alex muttered under his breath, trembling with sorrow. Suddenly, the lotus flower came to a halt, floating in mid-air. A spinning black hole formed above his head, but it was stuck for some reason. “Huh?” “What’s happening?” Alex placed the vase back in a safe place, but something went wrong. The black hole above his head was trembling, becoming unstable by the minute. There was a black fog-like object dissipating as well. It seemed that the entire black hole was going to crumble.

All of them; hundreds of spheres slammed together, forming a massive, milky wall that blocked the way to the deep space relay. "If we cannot eat the story," the voices boomed, no longer whispering but roaring like a dying star, "then no one will. We will format the void." The milky wall began to collapse inward, creating a localized black hole. The gravity was so intense it started to pull the violet sun itself into the center. "Kael, we can't get through!" Maya shouted over the roar of the collapsing universe. "There's one more partition," I realized, looking at the center of the black hole. It wasn't just a void. There was a tiny, flickering light at the very bottom of the gravity well. A

Drex, who had intended to capture Abere, was instead seized by a black hole, plummeting deeper into a fathomless abyss. He couldn't see a thing; the darkness was so thick that even his own body remained hidden from his sight. “Is this what they call a black hole? The same void that once led Lea astray!” Drex muttered. “Yes, we are in a bottomless pit! But there is no need for fear—we are always together,” Drexy, his wolf spirit, answered.

I gasped as I opened my eyes, finding myself back in my apartment, only to feel the tide of the wind rising again - not again. I was pretty sure that I was going to throw up after that ride. I got sucked up again into the wind tunnel, the screens of events reappearing. The wind was getting stronger as I felt pulled downward in the tunnel, going deeper and deeper into a black smaller tunnel, almost like the pure depiction of the black hole in space, but this time a much smaller one, but still spherical and black, frightening even. I held my breath as I approached that part of the tunnel, and when I was finally inside it, the darkness surrounded me as I kept falling into the unknown, unable to

"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’re turning the 'Oort-Static' into a 'Universal-Wilding'." The Resolution of the Ascension The chapter culminates in the "Opening of the High-Gate." The "Oort-Sliver" at the top of the tether blossomed like a "Crystalline-Flower," creating a stable "Wormhole-Aperture" based on "Biological-Resonance" rather than "General-Relativity."

"Harl, the gravity vortex we created—the one that used the molten slurry as a bridge. Can we sustain it?" ​Harl climbed up from the lower sump, wiping glowing gold sap from his forehead. "Sustain it? If we push the boilers to a full meltdown and use the Grove's roots as a magnetic coil, we could create a localized wormhole. But we’d be pulling the Surgeons toward us, or pulling ourselves toward them. It’s a tug-of-war where the rope is made of collapsing stars." ​"Then we pull," I commanded. "We aren't a sanctuary. We’re a lure."

Spacecrafts in both empire, federation, and republic are made with this material for the sole reason of being able to withstand the pressure caused by gravitational fields in space. The same goes for time-portal. However, compared to the former, time-portal is more complex and harder to stabilize. This was because it directly involved altering time aside from space. As one might know, black holes can cause anything approaching it to be torn to pieces through spaghettification. Time portals have the same effect. Only, the ‘anything’ had to go through the portal- Simply approaching doesn’t do anything. Once you go through though, if you’re still alive, you’ll realize that the process of spaghe

"If we go through that hole, Kaelor, time won't mean anything. We could come back and find Navia turned to dust." Aradaa’s voice cracked. He stared through the Gaea’s forward membrane at the swirling abyss of the black hole. The thing was a wound in the sky, a spinning hunger rimmed with violet fire. They were in the slip-stream now. The stars didn't look like stars anymore. They were long, white threads of light, stretched thin by a speed that made the hull scream.