Dark Souls Audiobook Novels & Stories

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Thick black smoke soared into the sky, producing a giant, terrifying plume. The pungent odor seemed to poison my nose and throat to the point of suffocation. The sounds of screams, cries, and laughter mixed together like water and wind in the ocean. Me too, was in that atmosphere. Lying helplessly on the grass with a body full of wounds. My body was so covered in blood that I was unable to do anything. With blurred vision, I saw a boy about seven years old with red hair and pale skin and long fangs, standing in front of me and pointing his index finger at me. A purplish light emerged from his index finger and swirled around in a small vortex.

"Go on and get to that couch. Those damn medical books came in today and I for one am tired of tripping on them. I laugh and walk towards the living room. I ordered new editions of medical books I was interested in. Grandma called me a nerd, mom laughed, and Rodger told me to go for it. It felt good having a father figure in my life that not only believed in me, but made sure I knew he did. When I get to the living room I hear a faint sound of a song. I stop in my tracks and look around but can't see where it is coming from. The sounds become a little louder and I hear the unmistakable sound of Nickelback's Far Away, my favorite song.

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

The noise was chaotic, echoing off the stone walls, a frantic plea for comfort that neither could provide. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, Zeke was tangled in a mess of limbs with Damien and Delilah, their bodies still sticky from the night's passionate tangle. Zeke's arm was draped over Delilah's waist, her ass pressed against his crotch, while Damien spooned him from behind, their breathing slow and synchronized in sleep. The first faint cries filtered through the floorboards like distant thunder, jolting Zeke awake. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding as the sounds grew louder, whimpers turning to screams. "Fuck, that's Noni and Eli," he muttered, untangling himself from the others. D

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

The air in the North Tower’s deepest sub-level did not just carry the scent of dust and neglect; it carried the heavy, metallic tang of a past that had been buried alive. Silas Blackwood moved through the stacks of yellowed ledgers with a frantic, desperate energy. His gold-and-sapphire skin, a permanent brand of the divine unweaving he had endured, cast a rhythmic, flickering light against the stone walls. Each pulse of his aura felt like a heartbeat, irregular and pained.

Silver Stardust was rather quiet for the rest of the afternoon and Leah and her mom kept themselves busy packing out the rest of the books onto the relevant shelves. **** Caleb almost ran home he was so excited to dive into his books. He barely greeted his mother before he was upstairs and at his desk. Caleb decided to start with the book that caught his eye in the store. He was amazed to read all about the various experiences of the other new wolves, each experiencing one or another scenario that he had. Caleb almost devoured the first book, reading it from cover to cover until late into the night. He could barely fall asleep he was so wired by the time the book was done. He couldn’t wait t

It covered the suppressant patch at her nape. The coffee by her left hand was Aurelius's brew. Too sweet. But hot. She drank deep twice. She set the cup on a coordinate on the map. It had been circled three times. Greyhollow. The North. The underground city. "His voice was encrypted through at least three layers." Dorian's voice emerged from the speaker beneath the projector. The mechanical tone rebounded off the stone walls. It was laced with a nearly imperceptible low-frequency hum. The system load that only appeared when he was processing multiple data streams simultaneously.

His body arched unnaturally as the crimson mist wrapped itself around every limb. His golden eyes… Were gone. Only burning crimson remained. ⸻ “Damien!” Alessio’s voice echoed through the cathedral. For a heartbeat… The crimson glow flickered. Damien’s fingers twitched. Almost as if he had heard his brother. Then— The ancient voice laughed again. Not through the cathedral. Through Damien himself. “That name…” The voice was deep enough to shake stone. ”…belongs to a child who died long ago.” ⸻ Aurelius immediately raised the reunited Oath Blade.