His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

Thana's chamber was a dark, cold place, a realm where shadows writhed and whispered with secrets only she could understand. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the walls seemed to pulse with an eerie, otherworldly energy. In the center of the chamber stood Thana herself, the queen of darkness, draped in a cloak of shadows that moved like living tendrils around her. Her eyes, two glowing orbs of malevolent power, stared unblinkingly at the figure kneeling before her—Lord Draven.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Hatred, pity, justice and everything warred across her face. The man responsible for endless suffering had finally discovered what betrayal truly felt like. Matthias reached desperately toward Astra. "You..." His voice barely existed anymore. "...help..." She never moved. For the first time, uncertainty clouded her crimson eyes. She had devoted centuries to this cause. Yet even she seemed horrified by what stood before her. Malakar released a quiet sigh. "You mistake darkness for loyalty." With one final surge of crimson light, Matthias' scream ended. His body crumbled into silver ash that drifted through the chamber before disappearing completely.

The black marble floor beneath our boots groaned as a wave of dark energy blasted outward from Lord Hector's transformed body. The dark shadow exile surged through his veins, turning his skin a corpse and filling his eyes with blackness. His spine cracked, extending unnatural inches as dark, volatile veins burned through his fine fur coat. The sheer pressure of the dark magic shattered the two nearest marble pillars, sending heavy, jagged blocks of granite crashing down toward the central benches where the bound elders sat trapped.

Endless dark energy covered the sky and the earth. The plants and greenery around them wilted. Everything seemed to be coated with a layer of dark matter, as if they had been polluted and were being corroded slowly. Everything in their line of vision was cut off from them by the black sorcerous energy, and it looked like the end of the world. In the darkness, the ball of white light was still shining.

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 say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

Something about Luke's words sounded cryptic. "You will find out soon enough." Luke replied, suddenly shifting his gaze from Daniel to Annabelle and giving her a pitiful smile. She raised her eyebrow in return.What was he talking about? Those were his last words as he closed his eyes for the final time. Red veins began to appear on his corpse and glowed. Soon enough,light burst out from him in form of an explosion,blinding everyone momentarily.When the light died down,his body was gone and a pile of ash stood in it's place.

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.

Somehow he's already read a fifth into the inch-thick book. "Dark Magic is a category of magic involved in what most individuals would observe as questionable. This indicates magic that can include mind manipulation, reading hearts, alchemical metamorphosis, and vortex transgress. However, Dark Magic is not by nature evil, and only by the appearance it gives does it have this name. Mind manipulation is utilized in certain majestic psychotherapy. Alchemical metamorphosis is utilized in acquiring rare earth metals such as cobalt, gold, iridium, and holmium. It is only the connotation that causes this magic to appear questionable."