Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

His thighs quivered with anticipation, and his moans grew louder as Darius relentlessly pounded into him. John's cock stood rigidly between them, leaking and throbbing with desire. Darius sank down on his hands, passionately devouring his mate's lips as if he were his lifeline. John wrapped his legs around his mate's waist, craving the sensation of him being deeper inside of him. With each thrust, Darius ignited something deep within John’s being, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they reached new heights of pleasure together. Then, Darius struck, his bear sinking his sharp canines into John’s skin, marking him as his again.

“But your scent tells another story. Your arousal is so thick that it chokes the air between us. Tell me, Elena. Open your mouth. Say you need me, and I will fuck you in every way possible. I will fuck you till your body breaks underneath me and the heat subdues.” “I… I would rather… die,” I trembled, the wave of heat crashing over me again as his breath burnt against my cheek. “Well then,” he said, stepping back, “I would love to watch you try.” Whimpering, and trying so hard not to make a sound, I crawled away from him, any distance my body could get. Darius sat across the room, his legs crossed, and calm like nothing was happening. But I could feel him. His rut was right there in the air,

She doubled over, gasping, as silver light erupted from her chest and spread outward. Her bones cracked. Her muscles tore and reshaped. Pain and power tangled until she thought she would shatter. Then, suddenly, she was free and then, she felt him. Another presence pressed against hers, familiar, electric. A dark wolf, golden eyes burning, circling her with predatory grace. Skylar. Her heart lurched. She felt his power brushing against hers, their connection undeniable, a force that rattled the earth beneath their paws. But then the dream turned, Skylar lunged, faster than she could move. His teeth sank into her neck, hot and sharp. Pain flared white, blinding, as her body buckled beneath hi

“But it doesn’t matter now. I won’t make you cry when you’re my Luna. No one will ever make you cry again. You can finally be the one who does the hurting. Whenever, however, and whoever you want!” The door of the dungeon crashes open, sending dust and dirt flying. A hulking figure stands in the doorway, huffing and growling like the big bad wolf. I can’t tell who it is with everything flying around, but I can sense their aura. Whoever it is, they are one pissed-off Alpha.

I continued, “I’m sure you’d get in trouble for harassing the soulmate of a warlock.” I stood my ground, looking up at him defiantly. He looked at me in question before saying, “So you do know about us.” He laughed. “But you’re no soulmate for some warlock. You’re mine. You’re my soulmate. I can feel it. Quit kidding around.” He stopped, a dark look coming over his face. “I like games as much as the next succubus, Rachel,” he said exasperated. “But this has gone on for far too long.”

he confirmed, his voice hushed, an expression of sorrow clouding his face. "So it's like those 'fated mate' stories from vampire and werewolf romance novels?" I asked again, my heartbeat quickening as I waited for his confirmation. "Of course, there are only limited books on dragons, and destiny mate love stories available, only wolves and bloodsuckers," he grumbled, his irritation evident. "We're straying off the topic, Darcus. You need to explain properly. You're saying that psychopath, Sofia, wants to kill me because I'm your mate?" He sighed deeply, nodding and beginning to fidget with his hands.

Thunder rumbled throughout the atmosphere as lightning flashed across the sky from different directions. The rain started pouring heavily as Kelvin knelt in front of the chapel and slit his wrist with the sword. He unleashed a demon from underneath the chapel. DARKA!! ----------------------- When I woke up I was in the back seat of Blake’s car and he was driving us back to town. I tried to wrap my head around the visions I just saw, perhaps they were a sign of things to come or a sign that I was going crazy. I felt shivers run through my spine as the image of DARKA reappeared in my mind. When he was unleashed in my vision, he said my name and told me to run. It was the scariest thing I ever

“End it this way. Share me. Then kill each other or forgive.” Darkness won. I took her mouth. Damien took her pussy. Double-teaming the stepsister we both craved. She moaned like a broken angel, taking us deep. I switched to her ass while Damien used her cunt. The sensation, her holes stuffed, bodies slapping, was obscene. Extreme DP. She came harder than ever, squirting around us. But I wasn’t sharing forever. I disarmed Damien mid-thrust, knife to his throat. “She’s mine.”

Draven sang excitedly. “She is dreaming of Silas; I heard her thoughts, calling his name,” Angela tattled in Draven’s mind, somewhat emotionless. Draven closed his eyes to find Angela, only to see her eyes contain utter sorrow. It quickly disappeared when Draven’s amethyst eyes turned a pure violet. Angela started to show discomfort; she lowered her head and whimpered in pain. Draven then snarled, causing her to immediately lose consciousness.

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!"