Dark Matter Ending Novels & Stories

Its twisted expression faltered, contorted by a sudden, unwilling understanding. Then its body unraveled, dissolving into the mist, gone forever. The wind began to die down. The dark energy saturating the Realm of Shadows weakened, thinning like mist under the morning sun. Skylar glanced around at the others-they all stood victorious, but drained. Damian gave a slow, approving nod. "We did it." But before they could even begin to feel relief, the ground beneath them shuddered violently. From the distance, a deep, echoing voice rumbled:

Remained determined to erase everything. We were failing. We were losing. We were about to watch everything end. Unless something changed. Unless someone is convinced. Unless love proved powerful enough. But how? How did we reach beings so certain? So resistant? So determined to stay nothing? Night deepened. The final hours approached. And five Darks are prepared to choose erasure. To end everything. To prove nothing was better. To return all consciousness to perfect peaceful nothing. And we had no way to stop them. No argument to convince them. No proof to change them.

Just as everything fades to black just and Kimora is seen losing a large amount of blood almost as if she had taken the hit that Dantzler just took simultaneously as the distortion is ending. [End Scene]

Black darkness. Everything merged. The eye began shrinking. Stop! The girls pushed harder. The sky started healing. The black cracks disappeared. The eye screamed. You cannot destroy the End! Lyra looked up. We're not destroying you. Her sister continued: We're changing you. The End appeared. The same woman we had met before. She stood beneath the eye. What are you doing? The girls looked at each other. Then they answered together. Giving you a choice. The End stared at them.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

"Transferring! The Ledger is emptying!" Jack felt the unimaginable power of a dying sun surge into his body. His veins felt like they were filled with molten glass. He pushed the authority of the Supernatural Ledger into the star's core, aggressively buying out the corrupted dark-matter tethers, violently snapping the chains holding the star hostage. "You're mine now!" Jack screamed against the roar of the cosmos. The dark matter shattered. The purple corruption was burned away by a blinding flash of pure, golden Origin light. The star stabilized, its runaway detonation halted by the absolute mandate of universal capital.

It was a heavy, obsidian stylus that felt like it was made of the dark matter between stars. ​"Sign the Final Chapter, Nora Davis," the Auditor commanded. "Give the world the 'Ending' it paid for. One last sacrifice for the 'Silver Heir'." ​Nora looked at Julian. He was shaking his head, tears streaming down his face. "Nora, don't. We can fight them. We can go back to the Shallows, back to the data-streams..." ​"And be ghosts forever, Julian?" Nora asked, her voice rich with an agonizing love. "I wanted him to have a sun that doesn't flicker. I wanted him to have a heart that doesn't need a server."

“Hopefully I’m giving more of a Christian Bale performance over Ben Affleck.” “It’s Oscar-worthy.” I hook my arm around her, seeing the dark circles under her eyes. After all she’s been through today, I know she’s exhausted. We get settled into bed, and I pull the blankets up around her shoulders. Resting her head on my chest, I run my fingers through her hair.

Behind them, the Nexus Archives crumbled into dust, the Core’s light extinguished. Annabel rolled onto her back, staring at the dark sky. “Did we win?” Damian asked, his voice hoarse. Elijah didn’t answer. He was staring at the horizon, his expression grim. “What is it?” Annabel demanded, sitting up. Elijah pointed, his hand trembling. In the distance, a massive shadow loomed, its shape shifting and writhing. It was as if the darkness itself had come alive, surging toward them with an unrelenting purpose.