Dark Souls Crossover Novels & Stories

Madchen gestured to the other men, including Drago. “Yes, Madchen,we are,” Drago pulled her by her shoulders, making her face him,”Adam is my twin,” Madchen nodded her head. Now that they stood side by side, she could see the uncanny resemblance. She put her head down, completely overwhelmed by the truth before her. “Why are you here, brother?” Drago asked in a threatening tone,”You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow?” “Sorry, Drago,” Adam huffed, “I found out some new info on your would-be assassin and I wanted to tell you in person. I didn’t realize you hadn’t told her yet.”

#GiftOdulesi #CrossedPaths #RanaandEllen #Family #love #youngandadorableauthor #Africanauthor #readmyotherbooks #loveyouguyssomuch 💓😍💓 (Edited) Here's the blurb of The Snooty Billionaire's Maid: 👇 Roseline Kentwood (Gift) is trying to earn a living so she takes the chance of being Jace Snowman, a rude billionaire's maid. She's not an easy-going, vulnerable, quiet and a maid that'll just let anyone insult her and treat her like trash. She's fiery and wouldn't miss a chance to spit at you and let you know how ill-mannered she is if you try to look down your nose at her. Jace is loving her spirit and her fiery nature and physique, but what's kind of limiting him is his 'billionaire fiancee'

And as they walked into the horizon, hand in hand, a bright future awaited them, filled with love, healing, and the enduring power of friendship. As the sun began to set, casting an ethereal glow over the land, Dawn, the seeress with a gift for divination, received a powerful prophecy. The whispers of the unseen realm revealed to her a startling truth - Sasha, the formidable adversary believed to be vanquished, was not dead. Instead, she had found refuge in the clutches of an even more formidable enemy.

“Who did this?” “We don’t know,” Rowan said. “But they were fast, organized. And they left a mark behind.” He pulled a charred piece of cloth from his pocket. Embroidered into it was a symbol neither Selene nor Damon had seen in years—a crescent moon bisected by a blade. Selene’s heart skipped. “That’s the mark of the Crimson Dusk. But they were wiped out generations ago.” “They’ve returned,” Damon muttered. “Or someone wants us to think they have.”

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Could it be… I looked at the pairs of feet before my face. At this moment, I could feel and hear the whispers of the wind. My sense of smell heightened like that of a werewolf, and of course, I was all too familiar with that fragrance—it belonged to Sky, Josh, Finn, and Quinn. Even before the fragrance hit my nose, I knew very well who they were. “Hello, leech,” Finn said, and they laughed. I wish I could punch his nose! But I couldn't, so I quietly picked up my book. When I got back on my feet, I fixed my gaze on the floor.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

The Crossovers Are Just To Solve The Love Problems Of Other OCs … Kulv slowly opened his eyelids that felt very heavy, as if two heavy rocks pressing on in his eyes, making him almost give up on opening his eyes. But, he had to, since he felt that there was something strange around him. He can feel that the sunlight has hit his face, indicating that it was already morning. But, neither Hail, Sybb, Iero, Mahi, Laggas, Reyan, Hierro nor Skye woke him up. Even if they are busy, Loheiruchel, Tinum, Dawey, Filur, Mhir, Gie, or even Yan can wake him up. But, they didn’t. This means that something has happened. Either Hail, Sybb, Iero, Mahi, Laggas, Reyan, Hierro or Skye, or Loheiruchel, Tinum, Daw

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

Last time I saw Fenrir, they were royal purple, like molten amethyst under the moonlight. Kassian’s wolf, Fenrir, is a stark contrast to Rowan’s Rune. Fenrir is larger, faster, stronger—an overwhelming force of raw power and ferocity that Rune, with his quieter, more agile presence, could never match. Yet, it isn’t just size or strength that sets them apart. It’s their eyes—those unmistakable marks of their deviance. Fenrir’s were a regal, commanding royal purple, while Rune’s shimmered a softer, almost ethereal lilac. Together, the Draven brothers were known for this rare and legendary trait. No shifter alive could mistake them—their wolves’ eyes were their signature.