Dark Matter Book 2 Novels & Stories

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

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He motioned for me to follow him and we moved across the remains of the clearing and into the rocky hillside with vampire speed. The drone clearly had some sort of sensor on it. To our surprise, and dismay, it followed us at breakneck speed. We were barely able to duck into a narrow cave undetected. We flattened ourselves against the recesses of the cool stone cavity while it hovered outside the cave’s opening. Its incessant whirring echoed off the stone and bounced about in my head; torturing me to the point I wanted to cover my ears and beg for mercy. My mind deliberated the pros and cons of using magic to shield us from discovery. I’d just about decided it might be the thing to do wh

The moment my fingertips touched the carving— The world disappeared. Blood. So much blood. White wolves knelt in enormous stone circles. Hundreds of them. Priestesses. Each wore flowing crimson robes instead of white. A woman stood before them. Her hair was completely white. Except for crimson streaks running through it like fire. Her eyes... They were mine. She smiled sadly. "The last daughter has come." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She walked toward me. "You have waited long enough." "Who are you?"

“So what do you wanna watch? Maybe you head out by midnight.” I licked my lips, watching the way she sipped her wine. “So... if I said I wanted to watch Aliens, would you be upset?” She raised an eyebrow. “No, I got something better for you, Aliens: The Director’s Cut.” I blinked. “Never seen that.” She looked at me like I’d just admitted I never had pizza. “It’s way better. Has a bunch of scenes, the original cut left out and adds so much to Newt’s backstory. Let me put it on.”

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.

"You okay?" Lucas asked gravelly, slightly narrowing his eyes as it adjusted to the darkness. The right part of the room is dark. Only the faint light of the machine kept the door visible. On my left, the window made it well lit. Lucas' face was brightly illuminated with the light coming from his laptop screen. Suddenly his bone structure was improved, highlighted by the glow of his computer.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

Several Elves were tying up the sleeping vampire warriors and hauling them out to a dungeon. Suddenly, the ground shook, it felt like an earthquake, and one that made everything fall around it. The air had a putrid smell like barf mixed with feces. I look over at Nicolas, who mind links me, saying, "Oh Crap! Trolls and Goblins”

Somehow, despite the world’s chaos, despite the Dead Viles, despite Demoor and the curse that shadowed us, he remained innocent— unaware of the darkness swirling around our lives. I lingered for a moment, brushing his soft hair back from his forehead before retreating from his room… Back in the room, I drifted toward the window and the small extended seat built there, attached. Behind the cushion, hidden away, lay the books I had taken from the palace’s restricted sanctum— the ones Lucien had not noticed. My fingers found the familiar leather-bound spine of the book Lunareeth. As I drew it out, the air seemed to thicken. There was a subtle shift, almost imperceptible, but Dravara, coiled in