Dark Matter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Every conversation between us is honest and raw, and it’s making me care for him more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. Being stuck in secluded darkness with him is making us form one hell of an intense bond, and it makes me fear what will happen when Ponti realizes his plan worked. Xander fumbles in the darkness until he finds my hand, and like the nights before, we link our fingers. His thumb brushes over my skin. Xander must think about the same thing as me because he says, “It’s only a matter of time before Ponti drags us out of this room.” “What are we going to do when that happens?”

But her eyes… her eyes were fully white. A chill ran through me. I tried to call her name, but she didn’t even act as if she knew me. Obsidian growled; his voice trembled through the mind- link. That's not Amara. The veil has taken over.” I could see the subtle tremor in her stance, the twitching of her fingers and the way the air moved around her. She was beyond me now, weaponised by the dark power that flowed through this land.

Lucas promised to keep me updated and sent me on my way. The boys had done their chores and were already settled in for the night when I returned home. I decided to see what I could find in fiction about vampires. They didn’t exist in our world, but Rory was positive that Osiris was one. It was nearing one in the morning when a knock sounded on the door. Damon stumbled through the hall as I switched on the lights, the incessant knocking waking him from his sleep.

viola rolled her eyes and said "we want to give privacy to that love couple and wanna watch this fun" dhiren sighed in frustration and looked towards salomi and damien, damien answered "it looks beautiful" salomi asked "how it looks without moon or stars" damien replied "it might look scary" salomi said with a plain smile "it looks beautiful when there is moon and stars without them it looks scary and fearful, samething in bunny and don bro's life, they became eachother's support just the way moon and stars became supportive to this dark sky,

Suddenly the air felt thick with electricity. I skidded to a halt a few yards away from where he landed. He was shining like a beacon, his whole body bathed in the most beautiful white light. Impossible! Fated Mates are a myth! I mentally screamed, but my feet moved me toward him of their own volition. There was no denying that none of the others seemed to sense the electricity that was thick between us or the light emitting from him. I couldn't stop my feet from moving me closer either even as my brain screamed that only Lycan really had destined mates, fated mates were a Fae story told to little girls. My hand reached up as if to touch him, but before it actually could I felt a pain in the

I knew how bitter that pill was. Yet he chewed it thoughtfully, as if savoring something sweet, and swallowed without a grimace. That night marked the beginning of the strangeness. It was not until the third time that my figure materialized before his eyes that I understood: it was not me at all. It was a phantom conjured by Francis' mind. He was poring over documents in his study when he suddenly looked up toward the doorway. Slowly, a hazy silhouette began to take shape. My figure appeared, wearing a black blouse, my hair pulled into a high ponytail, smiling at him.

“The second I crossed the threshold, it was just… gone. Like it had never been there.” I remembered the moment… the pressure easing, the room and everything around me snapping back into place and then my vision went black. “What was that? It was like dark matter?” I asked quietly. His gaze dropped to the floor. “We're not sure too, but it's very dangerous, especially to your bond with Adrian.” A chill slid down my spine. “Dangerous to my bond?” My breath came faster as the truth settled in. It had followed the thread between Adrian and me and used it.

I felt the dark matter clawing at my skin, trying to dissolve my molecular bonds, but I dug my heels into the warping metal and roared. "If you want the heir, Silas," I snarled, the violet-black fire erupting from my eyes until my vision was nothing but a storm of static, "you’re going to have to pull the entire planet through that hole with us! I am the Lead! I am the Ground! And I am not moving!" In the center of that dark-matter storm, the world outside ceased to exist. There was no Silas, no Jago, no palace. There was only the freezing wind of the Void and the man in my arms.

And that thought refused to leave Damian's mind. As the healers took Sky from his arms, he let them, but he didn't leave. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed-and waited. Skylar Dawin was not an ordinary student. She was something far greater. And Damian knew he couldn't afford to ignore it. The darkness slowly began to lift. At first, she saw only blurry shapes, as if trying to focus on the world through a thick veil of fog. Her head was heavy, her body weighed down against the bed like lead. Her skin still pulsed with heat, as if the fire she had unleashed that night continued to burn deep within her.

Angela asked. “Oh, I didn't create the darkness; it was a result of the dark energy that possessed me after the death of Darwin. The darkness strips away all good from whoever steps into it and slowly drains or rewrites your memories. You guys probably weren't affected because your magic was stronger than it,” Daniella explained. “Yeah, I quickly figured out that something was wrong with the memory the darkness was showing us. It felt so real; it felt like that woman was really my mother, and all of that really happened,” Marie said softly, staring at the ground.