The Authority His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I’ve learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don’t care anymore. I don’t care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. “Mea vita pro morte sua… Mea vita pro morte sua…” I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

I’m also compressing him to his spot, bearing an enormous pounding energy to gradually crush him with anti-gravity. “Come to me.” Darius tries to throw on an arrogant smirk and escape once more. I read through his moves and counter him before he attempts it. The direction he plans to make his escape is what I use to fail him. The ceiling caves in, and debris crushes him. I wasn’t telling him to come here, I was giving that authoritative command to the Grimoire which now materializes before me. The dark energy imbued in it is so powerful that even as trivial as a few lines of the first page was enough to create that haunted maze and summon those malevolent evil entities.

He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her. In a blink of an eye, he started to move at a normal pace. Every gracious step he took got everyone shivering from the power he possessed. He was different, he possessed a different Aura, he passed a different message with his eyes, and he commanded something dark just by being there.

This close, I can see each fleck of black laced between the gold in his irises, feel the heat of his body against mine. At first, I’m sure he’ll order Dominic to carry out whatever punishment he has in mind. The look in his eyes sends shivers down my spine, a challenge that threatens to choke me. The power emanating from him nearly forces me to my knees. Only the hatred in my heart forces me to remain standing, to look him in the eyes, and challenge him right back. Ezra sneers down at me. “Do you even know about his Mate-Bond with you? Or are you really this dense?”

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

We drank and slept our way through more than half of Gurstan before mother had had enough and dragged us back to Tenebris. "That's why I had come today, Uma. In his last letter, Govander told me more hatchlings had also started coming into the city more. That is very unusual, especially with the decline in our birth-rates," Bastian explained, eyebrows knotted in a frown. Mother may have been Queen, but father was her general, even if she didn't know that. He helped her as much as he possibly could, all whilst staying hidden. A Lumen had no place in shadows the way a Caligo did, yet here he was, encasing himself in shadows and secrecy.

Clara kissed their foreheads and whispered back, “It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” The Guardian stepped forward, her calm demeanor masking the urgency in her movements. “The darkness has been waiting, bound by those barriers. Now that they are broken, it seeks to reclaim its power.” “What does that mean for us?” Clara asked, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. “It means,” the Guardian replied, “that the battle is far from over. This darkness will not stop until it consumes everything in its path. Including your children.” Wickham, still weakened from the ritual, struggled to his feet. His face was pale, but his resolve remained strong. “If this darkness was bound by me,

"Very well, Duncan. I shall grant you the power you seek. But be warned, the power comes with a price, and you must be prepared to pay it." Duncan nodded, his eyes burning with ambition. "I am prepared to pay any price," he said, his voice firm and resolute. As he spoke, a blast of dark energy shot through the book, and Duncan felt his body begin to glow with an otherworldly light. The flames of dark power danced around him, infusing him with an incredible strength and energy. When the energy finally dissipated, Duncan sat upright, his eyes blazing with malevolence. He stretched out his arms, feeling the power coursing through his veins.

When he opened them again, his dark, piercing gaze locked onto hers. "Because you are my mate, and I want you to enjoy this cool water with me," he said before dipping his head beneath the surface. Aurora remained frozen on the spot, his words stirring up memories she had long tried to suppress. Lucas had once uttered a similar command, his voice filled with cold authority, stripping her of her last shred of dignity without remorse. But Draven’s words felt different. His tone held no cruelty, no demand—only a quiet plea. His words did not fill her with disgust; instead, they awakened an unfamiliar warmth within her.

"He is known as the Dark King "What?" My voice barely rose above a whisper. The Dark King's name alone evoked fear. We all know how the Dark King brings wrath to those who cross him. How was I expected to even step foot into the Lycan's domain? "You're talking about the Lycan King?" "Yes, the very same," Ashere confirmed. "Once you get the power, your life will change forever, and you will get your happy ever after. But most importantly, you will get the life you've always wanted with your mother."