Dark Souls Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The healer. "My mate is being targeted," Dax said. "Someone is reaching into her dreams. I want to know who and how." Vera spoke first. "There's a legend. A rogue Alpha named Vesper Cross. She leads a pack called Shadowfen. They practice blood magic." "Blood magic?" "Using the blood of fated mates to enhance power. Vesper has been searching for a way to steal the strength of mate-bonded offspring." Vera looked at me. "She would want your children."

Somewhere beneath the floor, beneath the foundation of this estate, something vast that has been sleeping for longer than the building has existed turns its attention toward the surface. Kael is beside me now, fully, his shoulder against mine, his power — whatever the marking gave him, whatever bond-strength flows both directions now — rising to meet what is coming. "Fina." His voice is steady. "Whatever happens next." "I know." "Together." "Always." The circle blazes white-gold. Darius's body convulses — not him fighting, something else stretching inside skin too small to hold it. His mouth opens and the sound that comes out belongs to nothing human and nothing wolf and nothing I have ever

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.

“But don’t let him close this case. It isn’t over.” When they were gone, he slowly forced himself upright. His body protested violently, but his eyes were clear. From beneath his blanket, he retrieved a small leather notebook. He opened to a blank page. And wrote one word. Sky. Beneath it: Connection. Portal collapse. Ancient magic. Shadow energy. Dragon fire. His hand trembled, but he kept writing. Every word brought him closer to her. Sky was alive. And Damian Silverman would not rest until he brought her back.

I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible. “I am not fucking him, Kane; I am anything but a fucking slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly. “I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you better than this, Cross.” Kane snarled; I could literally feel the anger through the phone. Like it was supposed to scare me.

“You’re losing it!” I clench my fists, claws pricking my palms. I’m not his prey. I’m the Convergence. With a growl, I pour everything into the weave—lunar light, primal fury, Veil-touched will. The rift seals with a soundless snap, the whispers silenced, the dark presence retreating. I collapse to my knees, the Well’s light dimming. Cassia rushes over, her hands warm on my shoulders. “You did it,” she says, half-laughing. “Holy shit, you actually did it.”

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi

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.

“I cast a spell that enabled me to find you through my mate mark. Once I did, it guided me to the factory.” Even though I don’t really know what a spell would entail, I’m grateful that he found me. Alex’s brow furrows as he gazes from me to Mathias. “What doesn’t make sense is that the spell split and pointed to Mathias too.” Mathias scowls in reply. “I told you, Cross. I have no family.” Azazel uncrosses his arms and pushes away from the doorway. “The spell does not make any mistakes. Are you sure you are not related to Nevaeh?”