Dark Souls 2 Black Gulch Novels & Stories

The Ancestral Tombs of the Blackwood line were not buried underground; they were carved into the side of a massive, black-ice glacier that had stood since the dawn of the first winter. As Scarlett and Caleb stood before the entrance—a pair of towering obsidian doors engraved with the silhouettes of ancient wolves—the air itself seemed to vibrate with a low, mournful hum.

He vowed to remember it, even as Blake staggered forward, his arm outstretched. The man's face had caved in as if struck by some considerable force. The skin was torn, and his jaw hung loose to reveal shattered teeth. Behind him, a shadow stood, tall and stately, its hands clasped in glee. 'Your body is infected...but flesh is flesh...I need it!' Lloyd's eyes widened, his body frozen in fear as the ghoul stumbled, dragging himself on all fours towards him. He opened his mouth, forming a silent scream as the hand reached out, grasping at the air and...

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

He unscrewed the cap with fingers that trembled—a microscopic movement that made Phoenix’s heart give a violent, traitorous thud against her ribs. He unrolled the map across the desk. It was an ancient topographical chart of the Black Abyss, the paper smelling of damp archives, old blood, and three hundred years of dust. "I’ve spent the last six hours mapping the necrotic gas vents," Kael said, his voice dropping into a low, urgent rumble. He pointed a scarred finger at a jagged caldera deep within the northern range. "The Second Altar is here. Three miles beneath the surface. The pressure is high enough to crush a Beta’s lungs, and the heat is... absolute."

lived in the shadows, their bodies warped by the city’s static. ​"You shouldn't be here, Alpha," a voice rasped from a pile of discarded server racks. ​A man emerged, his skin covered in glowing, blue "Circuit-Tattoos" that flickered like dying embers. He was a "Glitcher", a shifter whose DNA had been partially overwritten by the city’s data-stream. ​"We’re looking for the 'Black-Aperture' hub," Leo said, his hand resting on his pulse-pistol. "We heard it’s buried under the old Imperial Palace."

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

She sat in the center of the falling debris, anchored, unmovable. Guller scrambled to his hands and knees. He looked up toward the natural chimney that led to the surface. The light filtering down wasn't the soft blue of the moss anymore. It was red. Thick, viscous red, like fresh arterial blood. The ground shook again—a long, rolling groan of tectonic plates grinding together under immense gravitational stress. "It’s here," Guller whispered. His heart hammered against his ribs, painful and erratic. "God help us." Neoma opened her eyes. They weren't violet anymore. They were black.

One of the Ghouls, the largest, nearly seven feet tall, had skin the color of dead leaves, and heavy thick claws and fangs that were so over developed that some talons curled and some of the fangs shot strait up through its own snout. The second Ghoul was smaller at only about six feet and had flesh the color of cardboard. It also now had a giant knife handle sticking out of its brain that was leaking a furious fountain of blood down its face and jowls to mix into the black goo that dripped thickly from its jowls. Ezekiel glanced away from the disturbing sight, glanced at Brandon and shook his head. “Were not running nowhere....were going to the Grand Lake.” Brandon panted, his eyes dancing

And that someone had wiped the Greenshade Guild off the face of the earth. Something dark churned behind Sylas' eyes, deep enough that no one would ever see the bottom. He thought about how Jorrell had mentioned there was a man and a woman who were trying to avenge Hollowlight. Then, those two pieces clicked together in his head as he was reminded of two certain people. He rose to his feet slowly. His pale robes shifted in the night wind, and the pressure rolling off him thickened until the air itself felt heavy. He turned and looked toward Duskhollow Vale. His eyes were deep and dark, like he could see straight through every mountain between here and there, all the way to that blood-soaked

“No. It is a trap. The Gully is full of the Rot.” I looked at Darius. I saw the worry in his brown eyes. But I also saw the pack. They were watching us. They were waiting for me to be weak. “I am a Rogue, Darius,” I whispered. “I have been hunting in the dark since I was a pup. I can do this.” I did not wait for him to say yes. I walked toward the gate. Two warriors led me to the edge of the Gully of Bones. It was a deep, dark crack in the earth. It smelled like wet fur and old death. They gave me a small knife and a piece of rope. That was all.