Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

And that someone had wiped the Greenshade Guild off the face of the earth. Something dark churned behind Sylas' eyes, deep enough that no one would ever see the bottom. He thought about how Jorrell had mentioned there was a man and a woman who were trying to avenge Hollowlight. Then, those two pieces clicked together in his head as he was reminded of two certain people. He rose to his feet slowly. His pale robes shifted in the night wind, and the pressure rolling off him thickened until the air itself felt heavy. He turned and looked toward Duskhollow Vale. His eyes were deep and dark, like he could see straight through every mountain between here and there, all the way to that blood-soaked

My lips peeled back in a snarl as I pointed the dagger's tip at his chest. He bared his teeth, which slowly elongated as his wolf spirit began to surface. My eyes flickered between him, Kylar, whose claws came out, and the others. Fuck. I needed to attack first, and I needed to do it fast! Sucking in a sharp breath, I lunged at Dusan, swiftly drawing a long cut across his chest. He shrieked, falling to his knees as the poison mixed with his blood. “Fucking bitch!” Kylar bellowed, swinging his claws.

And then there was a desolate darkness after combining all these emotions—it was as if hollowed claws were dragging her dazed state into the abyss. ‘Now… It is your time to feel the anguish I did that fateful day, Axel. All the pain you gave me… just as I promised at the throes of my dying breath… I will return it to you tenfold. You, Shananel, and the Werewolf Committee will have to wait. The best is yet to come, that I promise you.’ Diana swore at the back of her mind. The pain from her first lifetime would become a scar that would never disappear in her heart. Teshin whimpered at the back of their connection, licking Diana to ease the throbbing ache in their heart.

He gripped the edge of the table hard enough that the wood groaned under his fingers, breath coming rough and uneven, a low growl building in his chest that wasn't fully human anymore. "Draven," he ground out, voice dropping an octave, layered with something ancient underneath it. "He's pushing hard. He hasn't pushed like this since I was twelve." "What's happening to you right now?" "The bond." Darius's hands shook against the table. "It's not settling the way bonds are supposed to settle. It's growing faster than either of us can control, and Draven wants out. I don't know why. Not fully. Not yet." Aurora rose slowly from her chair, some instinct telling her to move closer rather than away

I whispered, and Malachi's expression changed. “No,” he answered. “The second child was me.” He pointed toward the woman beside him and said, “She was created later, from the part of your soul that your mother could not carry into your rebirth.” I stared at her. “Then what does that make you?” I asked, and she looked directly into my eyes. “Your shadow,” she answered. “Everything you were forced to forget lives inside me.” Before I could respond, Damian suddenly screamed. Black veins spread across his face as he dropped to one knee, and his wolf began fighting violently beneath his skin. I rushed toward him, but Malachi raised his hand and stopped me with an invisible force that locked my bo

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

" You know it would feel weird having my soulmate as someone my dad had! " " And how's that my fault that your dad made me his se. x slave! " She yelled angrily and a force threw me to the ground uncontrollably. I spit out blood as I felt pains all over my body and they started to ache badly. " You're dying Dorian," She said with a satisfied smirk, her face turning back to her usual expression and not the cold one she had on some seconds ago. " Yeah I know, apparently you killed my wolf too," I said, as I struggled to stand on my feet in pain.

It was no wonder the police could never find any clues about the murderer. Master Sandford’s darksoul descended gradually and conjured a dagger in his palm that he used to stab at Kayson’s head! Meanwhile, Kayson projected his darksoul. His darksoul stretched out his hand and clutched Master Sandford’s wrist. Master Sandford’s expression changed drastically with fear. “Y-You have a darksoul too!?” Darksoul Kayson smiled nonchalantly. “Why do you think that you’re the only one of your kind?”

Just as I walk a little more Into the dark room the lights is suddenly switched on and I'm standing infront of my extreme handsome and dark nemesis in just my black lace panties and bra. "well well well" his dark eyes meet Mines as he checks out my naked and drunken state. I squeal as I wrapped my hands around my body. What. Fuck. Is. Kaiden.Grey. Doing. In. My. ROOM!