Dark Souls Fanfic Novels & Stories

"It's just that you really don't have to tell me anything, because I'm not really asking you to tell me anything now, I know that this is shocking for you, and, to tell the truth, for me too, you are so beautiful, and so many things fall on you, but I'm willing to fight against whatever it takes to be by your side, of course only if you want me to" "Alexander, this is happening very fast, I am very confused, besides everything that is happening with you, inside me very strange things are happening, I have had many visions, where I have seen myself being as if I were a sorceress, I do not know if it is me, or another woman who looks a lot like me, I only know that I am in a terrible state emo

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

"I can't cross this part with you, not like this. I’ll be in the morgue, Darius. Waiting in the cold. Don't be late, I need your sexy body to keep me warm.” “Are souls allowed to say that?” I asked with a smirk on my lips. “We are allowed to think of how we are going to fuck the souls of our mates, so yes,” he said with a smirk as well. I shook my head, “I’ve missed you so much.” The light erupted. I slammed back into the forest floor with a force that knocked the wind from my lungs. The rift snapped shut above me, leaving only the scent of ozone and the scorched grass of the ritual circle. For a heartbeat, the silence of the woods was terrifying. Then, I felt it.

“I don’t want this. I don’t want to be yours.” He laughed, a harsh, grating sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Whether you want it or not is irrelevant, Emmeline. You already are mine. Darius just… delayed the inevitable..You are mine. And you will accept that. You will come to terms with the fact that you’re never going to be with Darius again. You will learn to belong to me.” He crouched down in front of me, his gaze intense. “This isn’t just about a mark, you know. This is… different. I'm going to perform an ancient ritual. It won’t just bond us for this life. It’ll tie our souls together. Forever. In this life and the next.”

The sun on a sunny summers day. He’ll hate it when we go to hell, too, I’m sure. Because there’s no doubt I’m the that fact. Our future holds nothing but the depths of hell when I managed to forge a plan to take Aspen and I there. Poor Damian will no doubt follow, our souls seemingly knitted haphazardly together by now. Each lifetime I die so does he and we went up meeting again, at some point. Though I hate this particular host. He’s dumb, stupid and unmanly.

Ayla POV My body is on fire, the only thing I can think of is how to satisfy myself and that it will help to reduce this unbearable pain. My only relief is to feel Victor's touch, I know he's not my mate, but I'm surrounded by his aura. After a long time, even too long, I feel my mate's aura and wake up. I can smell Victor's blood, but my eyes don't leave Soren and Strïth. I see the Shadows and the Lights fighting each other and I know there's something wrong with them.

As my tongue stroked that bare flesh, she whimpered, soft, breathless, and inhaled sharply. That’s all I need. I pulled away, getting just that familiar reaction I wanted to confirm. Without another word, I smirked and turned away, leaving that stunned look on her face. As I left, I knew something wasn’t right. Diala can’t come back to Darkshades pretending to be some Crystal if she hasn’t come for revenge, judging by the dark past secrets and the betrayal. But what pissed me off and unsettled me even more was whether Damian was aware of her existence in his pack.

I've gathered you all here to celebrate the 22nd birthday of my most treasured companion, my daughter Elisa. As much as it pains me to say, but I'd also like to announce the new found union between my family and the Greyhounds, as both our children are to be met in matrimony. That being said, I'd like to introduce Damian Greyhound, my soon to be son-in-law, and raise a glass to him. I hope the past disputes between our families can be put aside, as I'm entrusting you with my daughter's hand”. Damian took my hand, squeezing tightly as he responded, meeting my father in a toast. “I promise to care for her and prioritize her every need above mine, following in your footsteps as an excellent fa

“I’m here for you. You’ve been running, hiding from what’s always been yours.” Soren’s stomach twisted violently. “I’m not yours!” he shouted, trembling with a mixture of rage and fear. “I was never yours! I’m with Travian now, and if you think you can touch me—or him—you’re going to regret it!” Dain’s smile only widened, sharp teeth glinting in the harsh fluorescent light. “Regret?” he murmured, circling Soren like a predator savoring the fear in its prey. “Darling, regret doesn’t even touch the edge of what I’m planning. You’re mine. Always have been. And that boy? He’s just… collateral.”