Dark Souls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nobody answered. When they finally pulled up to some massive compound hidden out in the woods, Sophia’s legs wouldn’t work. Two men carried-dragged her through heavy doors and down a long hallway lined with expensive-looking shit she didn’t care about. At the end of the hall was a big bedroom suite—king bed made up with fresh white sheets, candles burning, rose petals scattered everywhere. A man was already waiting inside. He was tall, probably six-three, with a hard, muscular build that made the black button-up shirt he wore look painted on. Dark hair, cold gray eyes, and a face that would’ve been handsome if it wasn’t so fucking terrifying. Daniel Cross.

I could smell the stench of his wolf hovering close to where we were at, spying on our conversation. Fortunately, Dahlly is still under the White Fang Pack, and although I am not yet the official alpha, I could still use mind-link to reach her now that her wolf has awakened. ‘Alright, let’s see if that’ll work,’ Cruz said, licking his paws in our shared consciousness. I could feel his excitement to meet our mate again. I concentrated into projecting the voice in my head towards Dahlly’s consciousness. ‘Dahlia, do you hear me?...’ My heart was pounding fast, and it went faster when I heard a voice speak back.

“ I would hate to kill you in one go, you know? I want my dear son to feel the pain that I felt when his stupidness caused the death of my mate.” “ He is your son!” Thalia gritted out as her wolf bared her teeth at Cruz. “ And what’s with your facts not matching huh? I heard that you died in a pack battle, how come you are saying something entirely different?” “ Oh, that’s because Xander caught me delivering roses to your mother’s grave when I was lurking around to dig her out and alerted Carter and his mother while Brandon was away on a pack’s job, I had no choice but to make another appearance as Cruz again and make them believe how I was too hurt to come back and what not that’s why I had

A system remembering an old hand that no longer fits the lock quite right. “Bjorn built a bridge,” he says. Anja’s head turns sharply toward him. “No,” she says. Kasper doesn’t even look at her. “You can call it whatever you want. Lock. System. Architecture. I don’t care.” His eyes find Elias and me. “It was always meant to stabilize the crossing between worlds.” A creature near the forest tilts its head at that word. Crossing. Not prison. Not release. Crossing. Every instinct in my body goes cold.

“Then close it.” “I cannot,” I said. “Not from this side.” The cut in the sky widened slowly. Inside it, darkness moved. Not empty darkness. Layered. Textured. Like a place that had never agreed to light existing at all. A ripple passed through the packs. Several wolves whimpered. Others bristled, hackles rising. Rethan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That is a crossing.” “Yes,” I said. “A deliberate one.” The voice returned, closer now.

Took a deep breath and opened it. Axel Cruz stood in the hallway like a nightmare came to life. Taller than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, with new scars mapping his face and hands. His dark hair was shorter now, his green eyes colder. A leather jacket stretched across his chest, and I could see the outline of a gun under his left arm. But it was still him. Still the man who'd held me in the shadows behind the clubhouse and promised me forever. "Hello, princess," Axel said, his voice rougher than I remembered.

​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS." ​A man stepped out of the truck. He looked like the Author, but he was younger, his eyes bright with a new, dangerous inspiration. ​"The 'Davis Story' didn't end with the Vane Group's collapse, Nora," the man said. "It just went Global. There are authors in Tokyo, London, and Lagos writing their own versions of you right now. You aren't one woman anymore. You’re a Crossover Event." ​Nora felt a sudden, sharp tug at her soul. Across the world, a hundred "Noras" were being born in a hundred different genres.

Her voice rasps, and I feel my fingers start to tremble as I peel open what looks like a photograph. Blue eyes that can pass as grey stare up at me, framed by very dark hair cut close to the scalp, lips spread in a smile that doesn't reach his eyes…the same fucking eyes that haunted me all night. Axel. Something snaps inside me, and I hear Nina's voice playing in my head like a vile tape; “It's mine, Cross…” Of course it fucking is. "Wow... it's not enough that you flaunt him in my face, but…you carry him everywhere now?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “You promised we'd be together forever.” “And we will.” The darkness roared behind them. Kael cupped her face. “When this is over, I'm coming back to you.” Emily shook her head. “You don't know that.” “I do.” His forehead touched hers. “I have crossed worlds for you before.” His voice broke. “I'll cross one more.” The First Mother stepped toward the darkness. “Go.” Auren remained frozen. Emily looked at him. “Auren.” He finally looked at her.

The air sparkled with the promise of untold adventures, and the horizon beckoned with mysteries waiting to be unveiled. Faelan descended gracefully, wings folding with a subtle rustle. "In this realm, the boundaries between werewolves and vampires blur, and ancient conflicts hold no dominion. Here, the extraordinary nature of your love becomes a catalyst for transformation—a force that reshapes the very essence of supernatural existence." Davien and I exchanged glances, our eyes reflecting a shared understanding of the profound journey that lay ahead. The Nexus of Unity, a realm born from the magic of the Heartwood, held the promise of a future where the divisions of the past could be transc