Dark Matter Book Preview Novels & Stories

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 pity this school. He's with a four men just behind him. One have a blonde hair, obviously hitting with the women around. These women, on the other hand, looks like a worms just sprinkled with salts the way they move. The other man is holding a book and he obviously have his own world. While the one man have a ash gray hair, busy with his phone. He's familiar to me. Like I saw him before. Maybe he's one of my flings before. And the last man, looks like a gangster. I don't want to described him anymore. I'm too lazy now. None of them looks like a good boy.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

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?"

They did not wish to create a Dark Strife for they had a clear understanding of the Dark World. The Dark World had a constant stream of Dark Matter, which was the fundamental ingredient for the survival of the living beings there. If there was insufficient Dark Matter, the Dark World would not be able to keep up with the demand. Dark Matter was similar to Primordial Energy in the Illuminated World. Created by Heaven and Earth, they had limited supply. Once the number of evil spirits exceeded a certain threshold, the balance would be broken. By then, some Dark Lords in the Dark World would begin fighting each other for Dark Matter, causing internal strife. Even so, they could not stop Sienna.

Glints of curiosity could be seen in Amenia's eyes, probably interested in asking something but thankfully she didn't make any move to voice her questions and nodded curtly to my request as gesturing me to take a seat on the bench beside her. I claimed a seat to the opposite side of Anemia while Alex sat next to me. She moved that book to me which she was reading before. I look at her before focusing on the page opened in the book. It showed a picture of a human and some other creatures with wings attached to their backs like what I had seen in my dream. And a title printed on its top says 'The Guardians of Light and Dark'. I didn't get what her point was by showing this picture to me, so I

There was an inkpot with a quill and a few parchments scattered here and there with a few books. I brought the torch near the desk. The names of the books read as: Celestial rules of stars and planets. Cosmic biology of wormholes and black holes. Composition and types of dark matter. Components of darkness and light. The bookmarks were scattered here and there and it seemed as if someone had stopped noting down some points in a hurry and left and never returned. I ran my fingers over the books and a series of memories started flashing in my head. The last time Derek used those books was right before he went on to face my father, ultima Damen. That made sense because after that my father kill

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

'Book forty-three of the Kingsmen Chronicles. He leaned the book back towards him and pulled it from the shelf with grace. He smiled as he looked at it in his hand, his eyes carefully considering the intricate pattern of the gold decorating the cover. Gingerly, he cracked it open, leading through the pages until at last he found the desired portion. "The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not laid hold of it," he read aloud, proclaiming the fate of the nations.