Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Fanfic

DAKOTA Right after I'd left Dashiell's property, I'd headed home and curled up in bed, my emotions running high. I'd been determined to keep my distance from my mate. However, everything changed when I fell asleep and dreamt of my past life as Alyssa. I'd dreamt of the exact moment when Violet betrayed Dashiell and delivered him into the hands of the Guild. I'd awoken with an overwhelming feeling of yearning. Refusing to give in, I'd spent the rest of the day in my room. Consequently, this yearning only worsened, and Ocean wouldn't stop whining in my head. So, I decided to swallow my pride, slip on my coat, and leave the house.

Damon's pov Thursday 30th December 2021 ************************************* I slowly blink open my eyes as I wake to feel a heavy body on me. I look down and see Mason laying across my body with his head on my shoulder. I don't wake him up yet and just admire his face as he gently snores at me. I shift slightly and realise the underside of my hard dick is pressed against his hole, I guess I was having a dirty dream. I glance at his face and then move the duvet down to his plump ass as I make the decision to fuck him. I feel bad when I see the whip marks across his back but I messaged Marcus yesterday so I know I'm going to see him today to own up.

Allex was on the couch with Tyrel, Blaine, and Marion, laughing softly, their voices a soft murmur of teasing and pride as they tried to lighten the tension of the room. In the far corner, stood Samael and Alexander’s friends Caius Knight Black, Damian Slovan Sletherion, Rowan Seres Velden, and Fierro Slater Daughenrov. Their quiet conversation barely registered to Allistair as Samael’s eyes, filled with an unwavering intensity, remained focused on him. This night had changed everything. Allistair was no longer just an alpha; he was Samael’s mate. Bound by fate, love, and power.

“Do you want to be like those women who threw themselves at me? Do you want to be fucked by your son, Mother? Touch it, I want you to feel how you make me, mother.” My eyes sank shut at his filthy words with a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing over me. His voice dropped even lower, rough and taunting against my ear. “I want you to be my slut, Mother.” Shame burned through me like wildfire, but it only made the aching need worse. I grabbed his face with both hands, fingers trembling as I forced him to look straight into my eyes. Those silver depths were dark with lust and a wicked triumph. “Tell me, Mother,” Soren growled, voice low and rough, “do you want to be my slut? I can fuck you

He should be. “How dare you pretend to know what she would have wanted!” I snarl, my claws tightening on his shoulders. “You, who caused her pain until it destroyed her! You, who turned Kassian into what he was!” His hands claw at my arms, feeble and desperate, but they can’t move me. He’s not strong enough. He’ll never be strong enough. The scent of sweat and blood fills my nostrils, mingling with the charged air of the room. Narisa’s ragged sobs are a faint echo in the background, but they barely register through the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

My brain actually slips into real sleep while I am pretending, but Kaelen spends the whole night tossing and turning on the leather sheets, unable to find peace. Suddenly, he sits straight up in the dark and glares sideways at our sleeping bodies. He growls bitterly inside his own mind, Are you two female pups sent here by the Moon Mother just to make my life hard? It feels like my claws killed your whole family line in the last life, so now your spirits are here in the Duskwild Expanse to torture my beast.

His partner did the same. -This is good- she exclaimed when she felt the sweet drink in her mouth. -Surprise- Dylan smiled, putting the tray aside and sitting next to Cristian. -Do you intend to stay here? - -I have an annoying alpha down there because his girlfriend didn't come today, so I prefer to stay near my beta- -Does Sergei have a girlfriend?- Alisha took another sip of the drink, shaking off the taste. -Something like that. It's a girl he sleeps with. His wolf is something intense and to refresh himself a bit he has his methods and he does not like that of a different woman every day, he is very old-fashioned-

Its far from what you are thinking. ''And how do you know what I'm thinking, the all knowing Sky?'' I sat straighter now. ''Damian and I were talking and....'' ''Just talking-?'' He asked looking at me with googly eyes. ''Yeah, just talking-....He mentioned something though about someone's death, a female I presume......and inside, he died with her. I think her death is the cause of all his hate and sorrow. I just want to earn his trust but gosh!.....he is just so stubborn...''

**Silas’s POV** The nightmares are always the same. I’m standing in a void, the Shadow’s voice slithering through the darkness. *“You think you’ve won, little Alpha? I am your blood now. Your breath. Your rage.”* His laughter echoes as violet tendrils coil around my limbs, searing my skin. I wake gasping, the scar on my chest throbbing like a second heartbeat. Selene is already at my side, her glow soft but strained. “Another one?”

Riley instructed, stepping over her fallen blade to hand a heavy strap to the mountain Alpha. "Your inner circle is completely broken now, Selene, and there is nobody left standing between us and Dante's study upstairs," I noted, stepping back as Silas lifted my sister off the floor and guided her toward the side room under the watchful eyes of his spearmen. "Are you ready to walk up those stairs and face your father in his room, Fantine, or do you need a moment to collect yourself after that duel?" Riley asked, stepping beside me and taking my hand in his, his warm pulse humming steady through our mate bond.