Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

Craved it with her entire being. Now that she’d had a taste of his dominance, she was already addicted. Like a druggie desperate for her next fix. She’d never get enough of him. His power. His control. It called to the deepest, darkest parts of her soul. She came alive under his ownership. Like a flower in spring after lying dormant for the winter. “Going to go hard at you, Sandra,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ll be rough and I won’t stop unless you use your safe word.”

My mate had done nothing but look after me. I did not understand why Alpha Issac was so mad. He looked as if he wanted to kill me but something was clearly stopping him. He would have done it by now? Unless he was going to make me suffer more first. “Even your mother was a stupid Hoare. Like mother like daughter.” He hissed before slapping me again and walking out of the dungeon without a second glance. The door slammed shut behind him making me wince.

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

The soul tether from the Architect’s pact still bound them, one dominant thread, one submissive thread, pulling at them in opposite directions even as their love fought to hold them together. “The merger is accelerating,” Damian said quietly, voice rough with exhaustion. “The Architect’s final gift. Our souls are trying to fuse. To create the ‘perfect balance’ it craved. One dominant. One submissive. Permanent. No more equality. No more choice.” Alex leaned into him, feeling the solid warmth of Damian’s chest, the familiar scar beneath his shirt. “I feel it too. Like there’s another version of me inside my head. The one who wants to own you completely. To make you kneel forever. And the subm

Loving this side of him. “I was hoping for a love potion. There’s a new girl at school that I want to make my own.” Caleb’s dimples shone through as he gave Leah a mischievous smile. “She’s blown my socks off and I’d like to return the favor. I simply must make her mine. I can’t stop thinking about her and she’s even invaded my dreams.”

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

Zayn quickly advanced, intending to help her, and before Darkel intervened, gloating, intending to cut off his son's path, but saw his Mate thrown away and groaned in pain, so that Darkel fell with her automatically. " You weak one, you're taking advantage of me being unable to transform," she screamed, forced to run, and this time she was the one who got on top of her, putting both hands on her neck, suffocating her as hard as she could. Darkel wanted to intervene if he hadn't stopped breathing as well!! Zayn widened his pupils watching his very angry girlfriend " Shit she looks hot and she's angry" Mars flirts, and Zayn secretly agrees

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi