Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

His claws dug into my shower, and I screamed. Then, I pushed the stake deeper, twisting it. His blood splattered on my face, and I gasped, as the smell filled my nostrils. “I'm so sorry.” I whispered, as he fell back, bleeding profusely, and as his eyes lost focus, a brown substance I quickly identified as sand, began to fill up his body and right before me, he turned into sand. He was nothing before. His sole mission was to match Darius' skills, and murder him, but not even the land of the dead predicted that Darius' mate would happen to walk right in on the scene.

I said, a cold, unyielding certainty settling deep into my marrow. Silas let out a low, rough rumble of approval, his grip on my waist tightening further before he suddenly pulled me into a deep, bruising kiss. It was a chaotic, desperate clash of teeth and shared shadow, a silent vow between two monsters who knew the morning would bring an absolute bloodbath. The liquid obsidian in my veins surged in response to his predatory heat, the star-silver on my arm flaring a majestic, blinding violet that illuminated the entire subterranean forge.

“She fucking stole. She slapped Annika! And that's not enough reason for you?” Shit. My heart thudded. She sounded so convincing. What if he believes her? But he stared her down. “Fifteen seconds.” She froze, her wide eyes stayed glued to his face. At that moment, Annika walked up to me, a tight smile on her lips. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Saphielle.” I blinked, hard and fast. I was dreaming, I'm quite sure of it. “Ask for her forgiveness,” Azrael commanded.

"Malachar arranged all of this. He has a traitor in our pack, he had Darius poisoned, and now the only cure requires Aveline to walk straight into his clutches." I looked down at Darius, whose eyes were struggling to stay open. The black veins had spread further, now reaching his jaw. His breathing was getting more shallow. Three days. Less than three days before the primary mate bond snapped and took a piece of my soul with it. "I'll go," I said. "Absolutely not," Damon and Dominic said in unison. "He's dying!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the stone walls. "I won't just sit here and watch him die because you're afraid of a trap. If there's even a chance.."

But the way Dankein shouted; he presumed it be damn important as the king would never have left his kingdom for some petty matter. “I can be of some help if you desire. Be confident and share it with me.” Silvan suggested. Dankein gave it a thought. He could no longer go back and do something. Although he had powers, every time he tried to use them for getting closer to Scarlet, something strong stopped him; something dark. He gave it a thought and agreed only because Silvan was the leader of Dark Souls. “I need her skin,” Dankein announced looking in the other direction as if he had mentally peeled Scarlet just now. Reading his pained expressions, Silvan grinned,

When he was already dead. This story is based on revenge, obsession and dark romance. The male lead is the darkest and the cruelest character I have ever written. This story will not be like my other stories, it's quiet different. A little like vengeful redemption but with a lot different and uncompassionate male lead. This story will contain violence and forced scenes (dubios consent). Your choice to read it. Next will be updated soon, keep on liking and commenting. Keep on following me here and on I*******m it's mirah_selim Till the next adios

My life was bitter without her, I didn't seem to be able to just do anything right. I couldn't even listen right and not zone out without her around. She was mine and all mine, no matter whatever she already had with that Alpha King bastard or whoever got her pregnant. If we could leave my past wrongdoings then why can't we leave her past affairs with other men. After all, I've slept with more women than she or Zara could imagine so it was a fair game then. “I, Damian Dusk, accept you, Hazel Moonlight, to be my mate to hold, love and cherish forever until my last breath,” I proclaimed aloud, making sure everyone in the room could hear me, including her.

Her aura was different tonight; she wasn’t shivering in her usual state, but this was more of a disappointment and even anger. I clenched my hands as I had a cold glint in my eyes. Instantly, I held her arms firmly and told her in a sharp tone. “I, Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of Moonfall pack. Hereby reject you as my mate.” I could hear the sound of thunder and lightning roaring through the skies, which gave the entire moment an ominous feeling if I had just made a colossal mistake.

I drifted off, marked, filled, and aching for more. The third night dawned with Darius waking me by sliding into me from behind. Spooned together, his arm around my waist, collar chain draped across us. Slow, deep rocks that built gradually. "Good evening, my love," he murmured, fangs at my neck. "Ready for the final torment before your gift?" "Yes," I moaned, pushing back. "Make me yours completely." He increased speed, hand slipping between my legs to rub my clit. We talked through the building pleasure—his long wait, my past lives, the future we would share in darkness.

You can't erase a soul-bond, you can only bury it under layers of filth. ​I gripped the Glock tighter, my index finger resting firmly against the trigger guard, the metal biting into my skin. I wasn't just here to "save" him anymore. I was here to perform a surgical extraction of his very essence. I was here to show Sienna and Silas exactly what happens when you try to domesticate a beast's mate and rewrite her history in blood. They had turned me into a monster, and now they were going to have to live—or die—with the consequences.