Dark Matter Book Novels & Stories

We shared a hearty laugh. With Aeren's aid, I was able to find a suitable book to read. Though the book was fairly interesting, I was drawn to the 'Witch History' section of the library. I perused the shelves in search for a text that would answer my questions on Zoladie and hopefully on how to stop her. I had decided that I would help Ivan find the witch, whether or not he wanted me to. A thick dusty book took my attention.

She kneeled beside a locked iron chest, whispered a spell under her breath, and opened it. The air dropped ten degrees. Inside lay a thick, ancient book wrapped in dark leather that looked almost… alive. The Book of the Damned. Its surface pulsed faintly. Rhea swallowed. “That thing creeps me out.” “It should,” Violet said simply. She carried it with both hands and placed it on the oak table. As she flipped open the pages, black ink shimmered like oil. Kael stepped closer. Fenrak crossed his arms, expression changing from playful to serious.

And Magnus was busy with council meetings. So I went to the library. It was empty, as usual. Dust floated in the sunlight coming through the tall windows. I walked between the shelves, not really sure what I was looking for. I just needed to think. To breathe. And that’s when I saw it. A book. Thick and old, with a cracked spine and faded gold lettering. It was lying open on the table like someone had been reading it. I frowned and stepped closer. "Creatures of Darkness," it said.

Memories came rushing back, filling the void I had been feeling. A sharp pain burst in my head. When I came to, Amelia's shadow loomed over me, more terrifying than ever. A chilling thought struck me… Amelia looked like she was up to something sinister with my mother. My eyes went wide with fear. I tried to reach my mother, but as a mere spirit, I was helpless, forced to just watch. It was like the time I could only watch my mom fall from a building, unable to do anything. Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside.

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

I don't know why the realization causes the corner of my lips to twitch. "Why do you want to learn to control fire?" I ask. "You can't wield it." Her eyes turn weary again. "I know. It's just..." She lowers her voice. "In this book, it kind of says dark matter is similar to fire and there are a lot of similarities in the way they're wielded. So it makes sense that if I learnt fire maneuvers, I'd at least be able to control dark matter." I tilt my head to the side. A logical conclusion.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

The mercury violet light was soft now, bathing the room in a gentle glow. ​"I have one last thing to show you," Damian said, leading me to a small alcove hidden behind the primary pillar. ​Inside was a single, physical book. It wasn't made of Keryon vellum or obsidian. It was paper and ink real, tangible, and fragile. I opened it and saw the chapters we had lived. running my fingers over the pages. "You kept a record?"

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s