Dark Souls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He gave me a smile and without a word he leant in to kiss my lips softly. Wow. "Indeed I am and you are my Luna. " he said. This could not be right surely. This guy was adamant that I was his mate and sure I felt the connection but it was happening so quickly. I tried to get up from the bed but he held his hand out stopping me. "You can't get up yet. You have had a nasty fall." He insisted. "I remember going into the forest and something was calling to me. I .. I don't remember what happened but my shoulder. It.. it... " I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind.

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.

“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.

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

Mars tells me they fight over me but it's nonsense Ardina is my girlfriend, and Celine is something that loves power and money nothing more She placed her head on my chest and took a deep breath, kissing her head I am well aware of the strength of my Mate .. and I don't care even if she is human, or weak, everything I care to hear her breath next to my ear every day To feel her love and concern for me, I honestly don't want anything else My priority lately is to find her father, who may be dead We are still in our first day..and this battle has been found. What is the curse of my flock?

He is in the side tract of watching over the maiden with his belief that his existence is down together by the past as Daniela became the Shrine Priestess. Believe to be a curse as a son of a demon who bears the blood of hell. His life revolves around the counterpart of Daniela’s blessing, until those blood marks from the start of the cursed book. With the alternate lives and lies from the truth, his desire will be his sin, and his affection will be his salvation. From the loop that left them all blind in a cage, his past that became a history out from the bounds of his true blood will hunt them all, the key and the curse that will only benefit one. DYLAN CROSSHEART

I demanded, but Damian's expression remained cold as he answered, “You already know.” He stepped closer, and the silver fire surrounding his body grew brighter. “I am the memory you buried when you chose to become Selena Cross.” Before I could respond, the chamber around us disappeared, and suddenly I was standing beneath a sky filled with silver stars above an ancient kingdom I remembered from another life.