Dark Souls Audiobook Novels & Stories

Shadows peeled away as Draven prowled through those pitch-black corridors of his lair, boots thudding on stone that seemed to swallow up every other sound. The walls? Alive with blood runes—old as time, throbbing with this eerie red glow that twisted and jumped in the corners of his vision, almost like they were laughing at him. Even the air felt wrong, thick as grave dirt, and if you listened, really listened, if you were unlucky enough, maybe you could still hear screams echoing around—leftovers from all the souls he’d offered up, like the world’s most morbid echo chamber.

Vaelith’s pulse slams hard against her ribs. The bond reacts violently. Recognition flashes through it again Old. Territorial. Hungry. Draven steps fully in front of her now. No hesitation left. The lead hunter slowly raises his weapon. Maelor goes utterly still. Then from somewhere beneath the cliffs A voice. Distorted. Ancient. Male. “…resonance…” Vaelith’s blood turns cold. The fractured wolves panic instantly. One bolts back down the mountain path. The voice comes again. Closer now.

She must have sent her soul away right before he possessed her. He wasn't seeing any of her memories because the druid was blind. All he was getting were voices, it was like she was telling her memories instead of him seeing them. Since her soul was not there, the only thing he could pick up on was obviously recent memories. Even hearing her memories there was nothing about the new seer or the book. All he heard was her own voice, because she was blind. The Dark One started fast forwarding through her conversations until he heard someone else’s voice.

In the middle of the dark cave was a glowing red crystal, having the shape and structure of a monolith illuminating the dark cave. "Betrayed we were, death, you seek," He heard a voice in the dark. The voice was deep and husky, it had low tones that scrapped like nails on a blackboard and hissed on the letter S. It sounded as though it had been broken on the rack, thin and pained. what started as a whisper rose to a scream forcing Alexander to cover his ears in pain. "I never betrayed you, you were always aware of my plans and desires," He said fighting the urge to flight as he was in the presence of the most powerful creatures in existence.

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak when I felt a strange stinging sensation in my left shoulder. "Wait.. what was that? What have you done to me?" I was scared and unable to move from the spot. My legs instantly collapsed causing me to end up in a heap on the forest ground. "No!" I heard someone scream but then everything around me went dark.

He turned, his amber eyes burning with a dark flame in the dim library, staring straight into the darkness where the life aura was strongest. “Whoever you are,” he continued, each word a vow spoken over the grave of his past, “Show yourself,” he growled, his voice thick with a decade of hope and fear, “And show me what kind of face sadness wears.”

“And we will. But first… we need to unlock whatever he wanted you to remember.” They didn’t leave the safehouse that night. Instead, Cassian pulled up every classified record he could still access from the Agency’s servers, his eyes red from hours of decrypting. Anais lay on the couch nearby, unable to sleep. Sometime around 3 a.m., Cassian found it—an old audio file labeled only DZ_011. He plugged in his earpiece and hit play. At first, it was static. Then, a voice. Young. Feminine.