His Dark Materials Free Novels & Stories

It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body. No mere witch was capable of such a feat. One would have to trade his soul to the darkness to be able to perform such an act. And whosoever was at the dark side, was an enemy to the light, and the living. But this monster stood tall before me, eyes black like the abyss it had been awakened from. “All these for a maid?” I knew a fight stood before me, unbound by the shackles of death. I, on the other hand, had no time to waste. Strigurd was prepared for a bloodbath.

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I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

But I would wake her from this tranquility, thrusting her into a nightmare from which she would never escape. With a flick of my wrist, a vial of dark liquid materialized in my hand. Its contents swirled, a malevolent energy seeping from its depths. I could feel the power pulsating within me, ready to be unleashed upon my unsuspecting prey. A shroud of darkness enveloped the room, casting shadows upon Freya's Peaceful countenance. Her eyes fluttered open, and a tremor of fear passed through them as her subconscious recognized the danger. But it was too late for her to escape her fate.

Bianca could feel her presence there, close but not touching. "Look at the folder," Anna said. Bianca looked down at the thick folder on the desk. It was unlabeled, just plain brown leather. "Open it." Bianca reached out with shaking hands and opened the folder. Inside were documents. Legal documents, from the look of them. The first page was dense with text, small print that was difficult to read in the dim light of the bedroom. "What is this?" Bianca asked. "Read it." Bianca leaned closer, trying to make sense of the words. It was some kind of contract. The header at the top read "Debt Forgiveness Agreement."

There is something on his air that although he is smiling, he looks creepy and mischievous. "Yes, anything. Money, property, name it. Just give us the cure for our mother," Prince Martin said. "Do you have the cure?" Demitri asked straightforwardly. "Right now? No," the healer answered. "But I can make one. However, I don't give any of my medicines for free." Prince Evan scoffed. "We didn't go here to ask it for free. What do you want?" "You sure you are willing enough to pay for the price?"

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

I was probably behaving weirdly and I could see he starting to worry. "Yeah, it's just-- I'm cold. Yeah cold." I lied. It wasn't actually a lie since I suddenly felt chilled to the bones. "Oh, hold on for a moment then, we should set up the camps soon its dark after all and this place keeps getting creepier but no worries okay? I've been in forests even late at night and there are no such things as witches or wizards or vamps." He chuckled. He said that to calm me down but down but all I could feel was more fear at the mention of vampire but laughed with him Anyways, she didn't want start acting like a sissy, that was Sadie's and Adrianna's job.