Dark Matter Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

It was as if she had never existed. “Stupid girl.” I banged my fist down onto the table spilling my warm mug of coffee over some papers. I cursed under my breath as the door flew open to reveal my beta. He looked exhausted from stress. I was probably no better with my lack of sleep finally caving in on me. This she wolf had a lot to answer for. “We cannot find her.” He sighed glumly swinging around in the leather office chair. I sat back in my own chair and stroked my chin thoughtfully.

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

" His eyes widened in awe before the lights late him up. These were the last words spoken by them and heard by Pete, indeed, his journey began. Resounding hammers of heavy drum buds clashing against drum tabs flashed the scene into nothingness as the lights faded. The twinkle of an eye brought all lost, back into existence as what now that was seen was the dark clouds. Heavy and the entrance of darkness was made known across all corners of the scene by the music that played on, "Paint It Black BY Ciara." The book written by the witch Morgana and the Man of Wisdom, Arakah and handed down to the mother of Maria suddenly levitated giving off the vibes of villainy.

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off. Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious. "This pill's not right," I said. He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

I run my hand over his sleek fur and let my eyes fall shut. Lucas is listening to an audio book, and I stay awake and pay attention for three chapters before I fall asleep, slipping into the same dream I keep having. The demon. Being surrounded by hellfire. The blue-eyed man just looking at me, not speaking. Not moving. Not giving me a single fucking clue to why he keeps pulling me back here. I watch myself almost burn and feel the same desperation take me over.

me if he found out I was messing with dark matter,not a day goes by he doesn't speak about the dangers of dark magic and the consequences, saying there was no bright side but he was wrong and I know it,sometimes I wished I could show him maybe he would let me attend class and training sessions but sadly she couldn't fear of what the outcome will be. Grandpa had taken care of me all my life. I never knew my biological parents and had little to no knowledge about my childhood. All my memories were made in Boki's temple built on a small island, where young wolves learned how to harness and control positive energy. I had hardly been outside the temple so when I found the book it was too tempting

It was a heartbeat translated into binary. ​ ​Four hundred miles to the North, in the Vermont homestead, Damian and I were discovering a different kind of ghost. While clearing the back wall of the subterranean Scriptorium the area behind the massive copper grounding cables of the Gravitational Press Damian’s pry-bar had struck something that didn't sound like stone or wood. It sounded like Lead. ​"Aara, get the lantern," Damian called out, his voice muffled by the dust.

"Seo-yeon Lee! Where are you?! Seo-yeon! Please, answer me!", I turned around to follow the sound only to find darkness surrounding me from everywhere. "Where am I? Who is calling me? Why is this place so scary and dark?", I murmured to myself. " Seo-yeon Lee!", I heard the same deep voice."Why can't I move my body? I'm scared. Wait a minute, this sound, it sounds familiar. Very much familiar. Is it that boy named Ryung Gwan's voice?", I inquired as I tried my best to follow the sound.