His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

“Maybe we are not supposed to fight the First Dark. Maybe we are supposed to understand it. Talk to it. Find out what it wants.” Sera stopped organising. “Talk to it? The thing that wants to erase existence? That hungers to consume everything?” “Yes. Because everything wants something. Has some reason for existing. Even if that reason is alien to us. Unknowable to us.” I picked up one of David’s papers. It showed calculations about the First Dark’s nature. Its essence. “David has been studying it like it were a force of nature. Like gravity or entropy. But what if it is more? What if it is conscious? Aware? What if it has thoughts and desires and maybe even fears?”

Silas Thorne had used his own wife’s death to finish the job of turning his son into a monster. Dark didn't just hate her father because of the accident. He hated him because her father had inadvertently finished his father’s work. A shadow moved in the hallway. Iza scrambled to pull the drive from the port and tuck it back into her robe. She moved to the sofa just as the doors slid open. Dark walked in. He looked tired, his blazer draped over his arm. He looked at her, his eyes scanning the room, landing on the media screen. "Are you watching the films I picked for you?" he asked, his voice low.

A horrifying, multi-layered screech echoed through the vacuum as dark matter bled from the sky. But the Architect was vast. Millions more eyes opened, glowing with a toxic, blinding purple fury. "YOU MERELY DELAY THE INEVITABLE, WARDEN," the Architect’s voice ground against our skulls. "YOUR MORTAL MATE IS ALREADY BURNING OUT. HE HAS NO FANGS HERE."

’ Elize thought *********** Dark noticed that in the other house, two women and one man were staring at him. He even frowned when he saw the man's familiar face. "Dark." Dark looked at Trans. He's got Black cards "It's morning," Dark complains. "You know that each second many people die in this world." Says Trans. Dark switched off the treadmill, then wiped off the sweat and approached Trans. He took six black cards and went through them one after the other. "I already told this one, the stubbornness," Dark said

Well, it’s probably obvious to someone who’s been abandoned that a reminder about such an event was a trigger to a much painful breath than death. “Be prepared—” Dark’s voice was deep, groveling, as though it had been pulled from the depth of the ocean, and was echoed by a menacing tone that made it look as though two people were speaking. “—to die!” The mistress laughed as Dark charged blindly. The flames of his darkness lashing toward her as though some kind of lasso whipping in the air, but, as usual, she managed to annihilate it with a wave of her hand. She was the propagator of the Sylvania’s strength and has, thus, full immunity to it.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Darkness was a huge part of that. If Damonq could discredit him and cause doubt among his followers, it would be all to the good. Amelia’s body convulsed again, this time a long, violent seizure. The bursts of electricity aided Damonq in finding Darkness’s sliver as it skittered up the brain, looking to slither into the bloodstream. He pinned it down with a concentrated flow of white-hot light, refusing to allow it to get away. Another section incinerated and dropped off, turning to ash. Darkness howled with pain and rage.

Because they were completely troublesome, those materials gave her a headache. Morana prefers to read picture books with attractive colors, like a fairy tale book for kids. Her life is already very complicated, and only covered in black and white, she needs more colors to be able to feel that she is indeed living and not just a life that requires her to eat, drink and breathe. Unknowingly, in her busy mind, her footsteps had brought her to the library. The route she had memorized so well even by heart. This campus library is close to the medical faculty, therefore more students from that faculty come here than from other faculties.