Dark Matter Book Novels & Stories

“The sword is a powerful weapon against any being. So, safeguard it with your life.” “Tell them about the book, love.” Everlee smiled at her mate. They really looked perfect together. I wondered if they ever fought over something. From what they just showed us, they never kept secrets from one another. “The Book of Darkness, Liber Umbra, or The Shadow Book can be used for both good and evil, but there’s always a price.” “Like life or soul kind of price?” “Yes, Ryden. It depends on the black magic you want to use. It can bring someone back to life. It can cause severe destruction of any living being. Nothing is good about it, but brings destruction and death.”

“You are stronger than that, Demika. You are the last of the bloodline of Wicca. Do not let the darkness claim you.” The ancient tome lies before her, its leather-bound cover worn and cracked with age. The Book of Shadows is far larger than she imagined, a massive, imposing presence that seems to hum with a life of its own. It radiates an energy that is both intoxicating and terrifying, a potent mix of promise and peril. Demika sits cross-legged on the floor of her room, the only light coming from the flickering candles she has arranged in a circle around her. The shadows dance on the walls, their movements almost hypnotic, as if they are alive, as if they are watching her.

Ernest said. Don looked up. He turned to a page. He read: "The darkness was not the absence of light. It was the presence of something else. The presence of the stars, the presence of the aurora, the presence of the snow reflecting what little light there was. The darkness held things. The light was what revealed them." He closed the book. "That is the same writer as the essays," Ernest said. "Yes. She has a consistent way of thinking about the dark. Not as lacking. As a presence."

And I wasn't alone. All around me, clinging to the impossible, non-Euclidean walls, hundreds of glowing red eyes snapped open in the pitch black. The dark matter entities hadn't just dropped to the planet; the ship was completely infested with them. They uncoiled from the ceiling, their jagged, light-consuming limbs clicking against the hull as they realized an earthly bomb had just boarded their sanctuary. I didn't draw a weapon. I simply raised my glowing, alloyed left hand, the sheer, crushing weight of the earth and the blinding light of the moon vibrating in perfect equilibrium.

It looked very ancient as it was torn at some edges. “I picked this up during one of my research trips.” She said as she handed the book to Annabelle. “ It has some information on Luke but it doesn’t state his weakness. Although it did leave some clues. Difficult clues.” Annabelle opened the book. The words were written as if from a feather dipped in ink which signified the age of the book. Annabelle read it out:

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

"There are different types of magic,but one of the most dangerous and rare being the Shadow." "Sorry to interrupt, but what are shadows?" "This." Then he stood up and blew my mind to smithereens. James stood up...and stayed standing. I was confused at first because I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at. James was standing in front of me one second and then the next I was looking at inky blackness in the shape of a human form. Someone squeaked. It wasn't me. I would never make such an umanly sound. I hoped. ........

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

“Why? What’s so important about these things?” He caught Daniel’s hand before he placed it on the old books. “You shouldn’t touch them, not yet. You need Rosemary to help you.” Taking back his hand, Daniel nodded. “No one wants that more than me, but why?” As he rubbed his hands together to wipe away the dread, Agamori stepped back from the shelves. “This is the darkest of magic, Daniel. You need Rosemary to balance you so you do not become consumed by it. It is too powerful to wield alone.”

says Machiv, holding up the book so everyone can look at it, "it's just a genre of magic." "Are you sure? It sounds pretty evil," says Hala, with Morgan taking a double-take on the book in hand. "I mean, Mrs. Loop gave this to me," says Machiv, "to keep. Since I had questions on the topic." "How is Dark Magic not dangerous?" asks Syl, and Machiv turns to him and his twin. Calmly, Machiv opens the book and reads a part. Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book.