Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Crossover Fanfiction

Drexton's gaze focused on her as if trying to read her soul. "N-no," she stood, shuffling back a step. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gripped the sides of her head. "I didn't just do it," she rushed back to Hazel and shook her body again. "It's beginning to unleash itself, Ixora. The darkness I'm making. The darkness.... Meant to bury the light... No matter how bright it is. The one that can kill a friend. The darkness of my very own design." "It's a lie, she isn't dead!"

The sadness didn't leave me but it began to change. It started to harden into something else—cold and permanent. The human doctor named Calista Rivers was dead. The woman sitting under this bridge only wanted one thing now. "Dante Cross thinks he won" I said, my voice turning flat and steady as stone. "He thinks he broke me because he took my father." "He doesn't know what you are yet" Kael said, his silver eyes flashing with a dangerous, lethal light in the gloom. "He thinks you are just a prize to be collected. He doesn't know about the executioner's light inside your blood."

Hope suddenly flared in my chest, and I straightened. "What?" I asked quickly. Desperately. But the look on her face made my heart sink, and my shoulders sag. I'd hoped too soon. "It is called the Crossing," she said. "And my child, it is dangerous." "How dangerous?" Zephyr asked. Her eyes shifted to him, then back to me. "The Crossing is when your soul travels beyond the veil, to the realm of spirits. A place between life and death. Between soul and flesh. The curse is tethered to your womb by unnatural means. To undo it… is to face it from the inside. Spirit to spirit."

My mother’s voice of me being a lethal monster for her vengeance, echoed as a reminder in my head. 'Her goal, not yours.' A familiar presence stirs, deep and ancient inside me. My wolf. I shut my eyes and touch the mind link I was trained to bury. 'Her goal is mine. Always.' I sneer. 'Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.' My wolf snarls, retreating back into the darkness. I open my eyes. Cross is watching me. “Were you asleep?” “How far to the stop?” I ask, dodging his question.

Elen nodded, his gaze fixed on Cain, who had drawn blood on his palms using a small knife. Cain passed the knife to Elen, communicating that it was her turn to do the same. Elen hesitated but then traced her fingers with the blade, feeling a strange pull as Cain clasped her hand. A dark light shimmered from their joined palms, and Elen experienced a prickling, scalding sensation on her wrist, as if a mark was being seared onto it. A small cross appeared, a symbol of a mysterious connection that had been forged between them.

Cruz groaned out of anger and held onto Eleanor firmly, guiding her as they both walked forward while thinking of ten million ways to save both Nimah and themselves. Finally, after walking for a while, they halted. Cruz’s eyes trailed over everywhere, from the tied-up Nimah to the rock and the bunch of weird things sitting on the floor, down to the face of the male he never thought he would see. “What the fuck is going on, Damon?” He questioned, pissed and annoyed that he had ended up being a betrayer as well.

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

"I'm a writer with a gambling debt and three ex-wives." "Not anymore." Elodie took the bottle of bourbon and threw it into the white void. It shattered, the glass turning into stars. "Here, you're just Victor. And I’m just Elodie." "And the debt?" "Paid in full," Sebastian said. He began to fade, his form dissolving into a soft, violet mist. "The Crossing is complete, Subject Zero. Write something worth reading." The ghosts vanished. The Healer, the perfect Victor, Sebastian—all sucked back into the white.

And I knew it was his way of apologizing to her. This moment reminds me of that post. And that post reminded me of the tragic union Cross and Chelsea had, as well as the tragic love between Zachili and Oasis. It makes me feel sorry for them despite myself, and it makes me realize that my fate may not have been as bad as I thought it was. Today, I’m alive. My mom is breathing well. Oasis has recovered from her addiction and is doing fine. And, most of all, Zeath is by my side. He loves me. I love him. We both know we will love each other to death.

, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten. “No, there’s still another one. Esca, capture him.” Conri ordered. “He is entering the borders on your right. Kill him.” Esca molds an ice archer and deliver the bow to the remaining Lighten running from the reaper of death. “Amazing! Your smell is really amazing, Con!” “Well, he is just the son of the strongest werewolf. And, his mother is a crossbreed.” Risse exclaims with pride. “Even if he’s a half-crossbreed, his ability is still above us. Ugh! I can’t stop from admiring you, King!” Esca jumps to Conri’s arms and hugs him.