Dark Matter Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

I anyways tossed my life and knocked on the door for my most intimidating interview ever. The door opened by itself and I walked in, and the first glance on the room was utterly indescribable it was another level of luxury, the all-wooden theme, desk and chair on the middle, books covering all corners of the room and the bookish fragrance that room had was… just addicting. I closed my eyes and sniffed the fragrance that immediately brought a smile to my face, “Miss. Maxwell… do you hear me?” A voice broke my trance and the moment I opened my eyes made me innerly-jerk.

She needed more time to rest apparently. It turned out that sleeping for hours on end wasn't able to shake off her drowsiness or make him feel any better, but it didn't matter because even if class was going on and Morana was still too tired to stay awake, she could always sleep any time, since the seats here were strategic and the lecturers weren't really care about what students do. As drowsiness began to overtake her and it felt like the loud noises in the car faded away, also the sound of the lecturer started to be a white noise, Morana felt something wet and cold fall on her cheek.

She turned right and kept on walking. Since it was the main street, it was well illuminated and the sky was starting to brighten up. Some were walking their dogs and Jacques didn't feel scared to walk alone. Maybe because she got used to the clean air from Wolford, even the morning air didn't feel fresh for her as it had a tinge of burnt scent. Ah... what am I thinking? Why am I already dissing the city I love? Is this Stockholm Syndrome? Jeremy followed Alexander Volkonsky and watched him get inside Patrick Davis' room. Even Rebecca Davis welcomed him.

Karter’s voice came, “Dark Power exuded by Dark Matter corrodes the physical body. Even a Caelum Ancestral God won’t be able to last long in the Dark World. Besides, the deeper we venture into the Dark World, the greater the corrosion.” “Indeed,” Wystan chimed in. “The Corrosion in the most profound depths of the Dark World is beyond terrifying. Even a Caelum Ancestral God’s physical body would be obliterated in the blink of an eye.” Xosha said, “The Lord of Nothingness once said that only Dark Matter can reshape one’s physical body to survive in the depths of the Dark World.” The three conversed while pushing forward.

"Maybe it'll keep you awake. Or scare you more so that sleep eludes better." His hand hovered over the bronze clasp of the drawer as he pulled the book to him. He knew Nathaniel would be livid if he pried into his papers...but that was a small risk if these pages yielded nothing. Still. This time, new information danced before him. Rather like a good novel, he saw different things. The words were blurred as if water had made the ink run. A high possibility when all was considered. '...a mighty Great President of Hell, having thirty legions of demons under his command...he giveth true answers about hidden treasures; he reveals where serpents can be seen and delivers them harmless...'

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

monument in the dark. "We have to 'Wake-Them-Up'," Audrey decided, her "Harmony-Halo" pulsing with a sudden, "Abrasive-Light." "We can’t let the 'Outer-Empty' be a 'Graveyard-of-Perfection.' If they’ve forgotten how to 'Friction,' we’ll give them ours. We’ll 'Infect' them with the 'Soot' of the North."

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.