Novelas y relatos de His Dark Materials

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

With blades drawn and senses sharpened, they followed him into the tight crevice. The passage twisted and narrowed as it led downward, stifling and dark, until the oppressive rock suddenly gave way to a vast subterranean chamber bathed in an eerie violet glow. The walls shimmered with embedded crystal shards that pulsed in a slow, unnatural rhythm, like the heartbeat of some slumbering beast. Tables lined with tattered tomes, scrolls of forbidden spells, and vials of thick, dark fluid lay scattered across the space. At its center, a towering obsidian altar loomed, carved with runes so old their language had been lost to time.

As the last remnants of the colossal beast dissolved into the inky void from which it had come, a suffocating darkness descended upon the battlefield. The air crackled with malevolence, a storm of shadows coalescing as Drax's fury manifested. Tendrils of dark energy lashed out, snaking across the ground like serpents, seeking to ensnare the trio who had dared to oppose him. Xienma, still aglow with the radiant energy of the Water Stone, felt a chill creep into her bones as the shadows writhed and twisted. “Cassie! Xavier!” she called, her voice strained as she struggled against the oppressive weight of the darkness.

"Realm of Dark Shadows." The demon failed to locate Terrance, but he could feel the divine energy surrounding him. It took him just a couple seconds to realize the entire world was made of divine energy. The sky above made of black dark matter energy, while the grass on the ground was the same orange as Dark's aura. By the time of realizing he was trapped within a prison of Dark's energy, an orange energy began swirling up his leg to trap him inside. The demon charged up with demonic energy, roaring as his aura expanded to obliterate the energy trapping his leg.

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.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

Hearing Stephen's name their head snapped at me and observed me for a few moments. "You can go inside." One of the guards spoke and opened the large wooden door for us. As we walked inside, it felt like we were thrown into another universe. Slow erotic music was playing, and people in the room were drinking, and smoking shit as if their life depends on it. Most of the parts were dark in the large room. The dance floor was illuminated under neon lights. I don't know how many people were there because most of them were in the dark. I felt my heart stop beating. Suddenly I started feeling like throwing up.

He gasps—then screams. Blood bursts from his eyes. His veins blacken and bulge beneath his skin. His body convulses violently as divine light burns through him from the inside out. The remnants of dark magic ooze from his pores—thick, black sludge that sizzles and hisses as it hits the stone. And then— “Helena!” he cries out. His voice breaks on the name. “Helena—I’m sorry!” His mate. Now that all the dark magic has left him—he feels it.