The Authority His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

Tommy urged, his voice tinged with urgency as he propelled Andrew towards his friend. The eruption of dark power had not only unleashed chaos upon the battlefield but had also ignited the dormant darkness simmering within Andrew. With each stride he took towards Diana, he felt the tendrils of malevolent energy wrapping around him, infusing him with newfound strength. The darkness surged through his veins, intertwining with sensations of pain, anger, and an indescribable something else that clawed at his essence.

He was breaking and I could see it. "You’re signing this." Noah pushed the papers closer. My father slowly began to look through it, shaking his head and sighing. I didn’t have to think twice about why he was Justin Martínez’s assistant. It was clear that both of them thrived on exploiting other people’s vulnerabilities to get what they wanted. "Dad, don’t..." I urged, but he grabbed the pen with trembling hands and signed his name. "There." He said weakly, sliding the papers toward Noah.

- she began, but stopped. - Miyuki, I'm here to help you, and not only with your fear of the dark.- Kai replied calmly, finally releasing her arms and straightening up slightly.- I know that your grandmother did not manage to teach you too much, so I can become your teacher. You are the only living representative of your bloodline, the one with tremendous power. The magic world needs you, so you must learn to awaken the power that you have within you. I am also sure that this way your fear of the dark will practically disappear by itself. I think the power of the dark that you felt since childhood is the source of your fear, but only because you cannot defend yourself against this dark power

“Okay! ... I ... Erm ... What is the paperwork that you have to finish?” She whispered, her eyes locking onto the desk as she searched the study for something to ask about; her uncertainty clear as she spoke. “It is about Dorian, the armies, any new construction throughout hell.” Darkous replied, rising back to his feet; satisfied that the girl was speaking. “So ... You the one that makes all the decisions about the people and the way hell is run?” she asked, attempting to hold the conversation as she stared at the psychopathic lord with hesitation.

They glowed like moonlight through water. The hall trembled—not from power unleashed, but from recognition. I felt it in my bones. The world is leaning in again. Astrid’s voice carried—not amplified, not magical—just true. “This vote binds only those who believe authority comes from fear,” she said. “I do not believe that authority comes with fear, just like you all do, because Lucian has made you believe that.” She said, and her blood lifted from her skin like it was responding to a call.

Summer's words dripped with sweetness. "Too bad..." He stopped turning shocked eyes on Summer. He never got the chance to complete his sentence as his eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor. Stepping over him Summer's sweet smile turned to one full of triumph. "I think you are the one who should have been taught better about fearing wolves." As she spoke two men stepped out of the room that Summer was about to enter. They looked to her then the man now collapsed on the floor. "Take him inside and tie him up to the chair will you?" Summer ordered.

As the truth is knocking more, towards the epitome of darkness that he holds. “I am.” Processing what he just learns and thinking about it deep in order to make it all fall into the side of everyone’s vocabulary about sense. The little girl once more calls and informs him. “You are him as he is you. Yet, he is more powerful than anyone of you, for he is the epitome of darkness himself the blessed son of hell. The darkness that the original owns, and the one to be called Excalibur.” As that word and the very name is being said in a whispering way. A presence walks right towards him along with the turn abyss of nothing. With a smile and the mesmerizing eyes that it bears, yet beating all the w

It was as if he had conjured up the dark side of her character and it was insidiously taking her over. Her skin heated, disturbing recollections of an hour past filling her conscious mind, and so real were those images that Lara could feel the touch of his hands on her flesh, feel the hot, hungry onslaught of his mouth on hers. With a trembling hand, Lara poured herself another coffee, mortified by her own lack of mental discipline. It was time she got herself back under control... but just how easy was that going to be with him calling all the shots? Perspiration dampened her eyebrow.

And yet, as Andre’s warm body pressed against mine and his cum leaked from both my holes, a terrifying truth settled deep inside me. I was starting to crave this darkness. I was starting to crave him. ---