Copper Coin Dark Souls Novels & Stories

"He is a bridge. He is the one who will finally end the cycle of blood and silver. But be warned, Alpha. The shadows are long, and they do not want the light to return." She reached into her robes and pulled out a small, silver coin. She tossed it toward me, and I caught it out of the air. It was cold, and it felt like it was humming in my palm. "Keep this," she said. "When the dark moon comes, you will need it." And just like that, she was gone. She didn't run; she just seemed to melt into the shadows, leaving nothing behind but the scent of ozone and crushed mint. Killian shifted back, his face pale as he looked at me. "What was that?"

Or maybe he could have made visual contact with it as he skipped by, but he surely wouldn't have stopped to check it out or pick it up. When a hard jagged tip of his right sole slipped into a grate hole and almost toppled him over as he picked up the coin, he should have seen it as an omen. But I doubt our main character even knew what omens were. He flicked the hard, dry chips of mud off the coin and examined it at all angles. Now that the mud was gone, a streak of light made a bright spot of light wink on an edge. Finian realized the coin was pretty new after all. It was of a shiny, dark silver colour. He wondered how a coin could be black and silver at the same time.

I raced back to the woods where she had been abducted and sniffed around for clues. “Alpha, come take a look at what we found.” Marcus called out, circling a little silver coin in the middle. The moonlight made it sparkle from where I stood. Without thinking twice, I rushed in taking a sniff of the coin. I carefully scanned it, taking notes of the differences that set it apart from a normal looking coin. “It has to be them,” I growled. “Darkskull bandits,” “They got traces of them everywhere, Alpha,” Marcus replied, staring at a broken knife laying beside a palm tree. “Take a look, they left their blades,”

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

Her personal belongings were gone. He rushed back downstairs to the dining room. Two items sat on the table. The first was a small obsidian vial containing a dark red liquid and strange residue. Kael picked it up. The familiar scent of dark magic hit him. His face went pale. The remains of a termination ritual. The child was gone. Their child was gone. The second item made him freeze completely. It was a palm-sized wooden carving of a wolf. The craftsmanship was crude, clearly the work of a child.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

"What am I to do with you?" "Do you have any silver on you?" "No." You give me a look, tilting your head. "I might have something, but if I do not, then what?" "We play Claw, Fang, Pelt." A roar of laughter tears from you. "You are impossible. But I will play." You walk inside, and minutes later, you return. You drop a heavy, golden coin into my palm. It is stamped with the sigil of the Drakos line. I have never seen such a treasure.