Dark Souls Audiobook Novels & Stories

The atmosphere crackled with dark energy, threatening to consume us. Suddenly, a voice pierced the stillness, resonating through the halls like a haunting melody. "So, you have come to challenge me, little lambs. How admirable." The voice belonged to Malachi Ravenswood, his presence materializing before us like a specter. He stood tall, his features twisted by a blend of malice and triumph. Gabriel squared his shoulders, his voice firm. "Your reign of darkness ends here, Ravenswood. We won't let you unleash the primordial force upon this world."

The air filled with screams as the ground buckled and cracked, spreading outward like veins of molten light. Everyone—friend and foe alike—stumbled back, watching in stunned horror. From the chasm, something vast and ancient moved. The darkness changed, folding in on itself, then rising—slowly, deliberately. A voice came out of that depth. Not Daevalos’s, not any voice Aelin had ever heard, but older. Colder. It crawled through the air, and even the shadows recoiled from it. “I have slept long enough.” The battlefield stilled. The air went cold.

The golden light in my vision vanished completely, leaving the room dark, cold, and smelling of death. I collapsed forward, my head hitting Kaelen’s shoulder as the darkness pulled me under once more. But this time, the darkness wasn't silent. Through the cracked, bleeding remnants of the pack link, I could hear a new sound, not the grand bell of the council, nor the screams of the lower valley, but the deep, synchronized baying of a hundred wolves approaching from the southern ridge.

Tendrils came off him again, and wrapped around her, surrounding her, filling her, and she whimpered as she heard his voice in her ear, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. "This is what we are," he said, his voice sounding hollow and faintly echoey, "and what you will be, soon." It sent another shiver through her, seeming to connect with cells of darkness within her, and she felt its truth, "You'll be one of us, and mine, bound to me for eternity," he continued as she trembled more violently, feeling his darkness penetrating every fragment of her existence, entwining with her own, encouraging it to grow. "And darkness. never. dies." he said roughly, before he slowly began to appear h

Because suddenly— Nothing made sense anymore. The Hollow Sovereign wasn't looking victorious. He wasn't looking satisfied. He looked terrified. The Heart pulsed again. Boom. A deafening crack echoed through the sanctuary floor. Then— Something answered. From far beneath the ruins. A roar. Not a wolf. Not a beast. Something far older. Something that had been sleeping. The entire sanctuary froze. The Hollow Sovereign closed his eyes briefly. As if hearing a nightmare return. Then he whispered: "He's awake."

"Run back to the ash! If they catch you, they’ll turn you into the 'New Engine'! You’ll be the one who powers the servers for the next eternity!" Silas lunged for me, but a golden bar slammed into his chest, throwing him back into the grey void. "SILAS!" I screamed. I turned to run, but the floor was gone. I was falling through a sea of contracts, numbers, and blood. And then, the voice of the Chief Adjuster—a voice that sounded like a million coins hitting the floor—echoed in my mind. "**SUBMIT TO THE AUDIT, SUBJECT 01. YOUR EXISTENCE IS NO LONGER COST-EFFECTIVE.**"

Eryx whispered, his carnal crimson eyes locking onto mine. "The 200th," I said, a small, genuine smile touching my lips. "The one where we finally find out what happens after the 'The End'." I looked at Leo, who was already looking toward the horizon, his indigo runes glowing with the light of a world that was finally, truly Un-Written. The Audit is a Ghost. The Asset is an Architect. The North is a Legacy.

' Avery said proudly. 'Let’s go.' Audrey paused, this was not Avery's voice. This one was softer. More reliable. 'Killjoy,' Avery mumbled. Audrey confirmed she was officially mad. Maybe she was dead and now she’s talking with the spirits. 'You are not wrong…' Audrey felt her body run cold, had she died in the dungeon? 'In a way.' The voice finished. “What do you mean? Who are you?” It seemed like those were the only questions she would be asking from now on.

******* HOURS LATER Audrey sat in Damien’s study and went through his books, she felt bored and couldn't fall asleep so she decided to go through his books in his study. She found out he had an interest in horror books, mostly about serial killers, she wasn't surprised though, it's obvious he can't have an interest in normal things. She suddenly heard a thud outside the hallway and she froze. “It's probably the guards.” She mumbled and continued with the book. The door suddenly opened and she flinched, she saw a man dressed in black, he wore a face cap and a mask, she couldn't see his face clearly. “Who are you?” She asked in fear and he walked towards her.

The book was bound in black leather, adorned with strange symbols and markings that seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering candlelight. As he opened the book, Duncan felt a surge of energy flow through him, and he closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the person he was about to contact. The air around him seemed to thicken, and a faint, pungent scent wafted through the room, like the smell of burning sulfur. Suddenly, a voice spoke to him, echoing in his mind. "Duncan, I sense that you are seeking power," the voice said, its tone low and menacing. "What is it that you desire?"