Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

Dylan said somewhat defeated. "Hope has a gift that is very detrimental to her... The manipulation of shadows." I looked up. "You have something in your blood that can help you control it. Your ancestry gives you that... Nosferatus knew that because he has direct ties to the underworld. So tell me, Dylan, I didn't tell you about your ancestry, but I gave you the option to mark our Mate and be bonded to her, help her far more than I... Those you considered helping you, manipulate you..." Sin and Dylan's anger is palpable, the whole environment is suspended, and not even the air wants to move. For me, it is something normal, it does not affect me.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time

The overwhelming urge to just be free to do what she wanted and to be forgotten had consumed her. "I told you before." He laughed, "No matter what you're mine and until I say otherwise you will remain mine." "Just kill my father if you want his men, why must you drag me into this?" Summer's voice had turned pleading and it disgusted her. "Just remember these words...." He breathed darkly, "I... will... find... you." A click on the other end of the line indicated that the call was over. With shaking hands Summer sat her phone back on the table beside her before looking to Asher who was still fast asleep.

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

“Greed and Glutton.” Giggling in a hellish way as his interest is prequel more than it all should be and have. The chapter words ring towards the prominent character, by which in that particular chapter is engulfed with the sin of envy. Eaten by darkness and swimming by his loss of the person he cares about so much. He loves the idea as he loves the game. To the chapter that should be happening shortly, yet in the current one where he is, is the present that is set to the succeeding chapter of the book. It all left out to still be a mystery as of this very chapter. With the sins that are yet to be born, but their seeds had already been planted, he calls those two prominent names, two separat

Not yet. “No,” he said softly, his voice taking on a sinister edge. “Killing you isn’t enough. Not for someone like you. You see, I could kill you right here, right now. But that would be too kind. Too merciful.” I gasped, his words cutting into me like a knife. “No,” Darius said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, “what I really want is to make your *mate* suffer.” My blood ran cold at the mention of Aiden. The smirk on Darius’s face widened as he watched my reaction, as if he had hit exactly where he wanted to.

Still, what I’ve accidentally stumbled upon, well, let's just say dark desires, seems to run in the family. Sebastian is used to being feared for who he is and for the darkness within him. Lucky for him, the darkness is my friend and I’m not afraid of it. In fact, I prefer it. When he mentioned tying me to his bed, I got excited. When he mentioned punishing me, I wanted to push him to see how he would punish me. We are soulmates for a reason which means our darkness goes together. “Little Reaper, you are unlike anyone I’ve ever met or been with. I’m glad my darkness doesn’t scare you, but let's wait a bit longer before we jump to sex.”

He spread it over me without asking permission, his movements efficient but not unkind. My hand shot out before I could think better of it, catching his wrist as he started to pull away, my fingers wrapping around the corded muscle and tendon I remembered too well. He froze, looking down at where we connected, then slowly raised his eyes to mine. "Sandra—" "Don't go yet." The words tumbled out desperate and pathetic. "I hate the dark, I can't sleep in complete darkness, it's too quiet down here and I keep thinking about—" I let the sentence die because I didn't know how to finish it, didn't know if I was thinking about Damon's rejection or my father's death or the way Marcus had made me forg

but this time, their paces quickened as they chased their own release, and they followed me over the edge. I heard their feral groans and the throbbing of their cocks as my pussy milked Sevrin and my asshole suctioned Azril's cock deep inside me as they emptied their cum into me. When it was over, I collapsed in their arms, shaking, wrecked, sobbing. And the marks on my body—S. A. D.—glowed like embers carved in flesh. “You’re almost ready, flameheart,” Daxos whispered. “Soon, I’ll come for you. And when I do… they’ll watch while you scream my name too.”