Dark Souls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said to him “I am glad that you realized this sooner. You don’t have to stay here. She might have been crossed over to the ancestral world” he said “No, she hasn’t. She is here, I can feel it but maybe she doesn’t want to be found. Maybe she wants her life here and not with me but don’t make me feel stupid by telling me that she already crossed over, if she did, this place would not even exist. It would be a wasted land, covered in nothing but dirt and ashes!” Damian said to him

“ 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

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

Exhausted from the trauma of the night, she had fallen asleep in the chair, trapped within his physical radius. To anyone else, it was a tragic, forced bond of survival. But to Katherine’s twisted, jealous mind, it looked like the ultimate act of betrayal. Duncan lay on the bed, his face peaceful for the first time in years, his soul anchored by the proximity of his true mate. Amora’s breathing was soft, her small hands resting near her lap. The sight of them sharing the same breathing space, bathed in the beautiful, divine light of an ancient mate bond, completely destroyed the final remnants of Katherine’s sanity.

“This is what you were made for. To be owned. To be bred. To carry my legacy.” Alex’s hands clutched the sheets, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. Pleasure and horror twisted together. The child kicked wildly, feeding on the raw energy. Alex came hard—shuddering, hole clenching like a vice, seed spurting across his own belly in thick ropes. The entity laughed and fucked him through it, harder, deeper, chasing its own release. But the real Damian was still in there. Alex could feel him—fighting, clawing, refusing to let the fusion win.

"Return the souls. Free the unborn. And I... I will stay with you. Not as a prisoner, but as a companion. Until we are ready to leave together." Cael's cry was one of pure agony. "Aurora, no!" But she didn't break eye contact with Anael. "Some bridges need to be crossed," she whispered, both to Anael and to Cael. "And some healings require us to become the bridge." The Weaver or Anael looked at her, and for the first time in millennia, something beyond hunger shone in his eyes. Hope.

It tore through my chest with so much force that I screamed. My vision dimmed and I slowly slipped into darkness. But I managed one last whisper before the darkness took me over. "They are mine." ~ Caelan's POV I woke up to fire burning under my skin. Not the fever from the past weeks. This was something else entirely. It was the bond.

If I let him go, he might not be on our radar anymore. “Kieran? Are you cutting off power?” Dax’s voice was urgent. “No,” I whispered, watching the elevator. “If he's going to go rogue, he'll do it where i can watch.” As he walked away, just before the doors slid shut, he turned. He didn’t look like my friend anymore. He looked like a rogue wolf. “I'm going to bring my mate. And you are going to stay out of my way.” He jumped out. I finally stood in the silent hallway, my nose throbbing, the scent of jasmine from my own mate clashing with the lingering rottening smell of Ethan's mind rot.