Dark Matter Book Novels & Stories

He spoke sensually as a smile broke between his lips, "Did you feel anything?" "Huh?," She asked unable to grasp his last words. "The book?, did you feel anything holding it?," "I think so, I can't quite explain it, but it felt something, like a surge of energy when I came In contact with it," She explained vaguely yet enough for Leon to understand. The book in her grasp contained the highest concentration of dark magic in comparison to any other books in the Library. It was a book that linked the portal between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

I quickly head out to the next shelf. I don’t know how much time has passed, but I feel exhausted. Drake plops into one of the armchairs before the fireplace, yawning. “I covered thirty shelves, and there’s no book on celestial wolves. This is not a library. It's a book town!” He rests his chin on his arm. “It's so huge that I might find aliens hiding somewhere.” “Stop with the excuses. You are just incapable, that’s all,” Dory says while biting her thumbnail, her eyes trained on the book she’s holding.

“It seems you’re making this a habit. Perhaps I should give you a massage today as well, go undress now.” His gaze dropped for a moment, landing on the open book lying next to me on the bed. Damien chuckled softly, his laughter rich and deep like a quiet storm rolling in. “That book,” he remarked, shaking his head, “is full of half-truths. Only a handful of those things have any basis in reality.” “Really?” I countered, my curiosity piqued despite myself. Sliding off the bed, I picked up the book and held it in my palm, examining its worn cover as if the answers to the universe might suddenly reveal themselves.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

It felt like something more serious. “You said it was a fundraiser, didn’t you?” I asked as I kissed her cheek. “That’s what I thought too,” she replied. I scanned the room, and that’s when my eyes met Jamila’s. She smirked in my direction. She had been laying low for weeks, which was suspicious. I couldn’t tell what she was planning. “Welcome to another beautiful evening here at tonight’s party,” Mr. Blackwood began. “As Blackwoods, we have carried our legacy with pride. We have built cities and empires. My beautiful wife, my sons, and my precious jewel…”