Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Fanfiction Crossover

"Perfect timing. Once I'm done with Serena, you're next." He raised the silver blade and charged. After that, everything blurred. Somewhere far away, I heard the clash of steel and desperate snarls. I didn't know how long I slept. I dreamed a strange dream. In the dream, I was a Luna — an Alpha's mate. My Alpha lavished me with gold and jewels, spending the pack's wealth recklessly just to see me smile. I watched the treasures pile up in my chambers and felt a creeping unease. This was the beginning of ruin. I couldn't stand by while my Alpha destroyed everything.

When a thousand new souls crossed the veil and surrendered to their first shared climax, the lotus pulsed brighter, and Silas’s cock seemed to swell even thicker inside me. The configurations evolved. Our mates rotated with fluid, possessive grace. Silas and Draven switched places with Rook and Lorien, filling asses and pussies in new combinations. Vespera and I were turned to face outward, suspended back-to-back with our asses pressed tightly together. Now all four primary mates could alternate freely between our holes. Cocks plunged from every angle pussy to ass, ass to pussy while Sable was lifted between us, her own dripping cunt and tight rear taking our tongues in turn. Wren’s light in

He writhes and convulses, tearing at his own skin, hissing curses and words that slip into incoherence. “You fake! You’ll never take our lord’s place!” he howls, body arching unnaturally. “He reigns supreme! He will bring us all salvation!!!” His body jerks violently, the veins on his arms bulging, black blood seeping through his pores. His voice warps further, overlapping—like there’s something else inside him, speaking with him. “You’re NOTHING compared to him!!!” My blood turns ice-cold. “Without your mate, you’re NOTHING! NOTHING!!!”

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

And that thought refused to leave Damian's mind. As the healers took Sky from his arms, he let them, but he didn't leave. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed-and waited. Skylar Dawin was not an ordinary student. She was something far greater. And Damian knew he couldn't afford to ignore it. The darkness slowly began to lift. At first, she saw only blurry shapes, as if trying to focus on the world through a thick veil of fog. Her head was heavy, her body weighed down against the bed like lead. Her skin still pulsed with heat, as if the fire she had unleashed that night continued to burn deep within her.

“If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.” “Oh.” was all I could reply as I felt myself being pulled from his arms by my internal alarm-clock. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips as I was yanked into reality, sighing as my eyes fluttered open. I began to climb out of bed when a piercing pain went through my left thigh. I lifted the covers and looked down, although I didn’t expect the sight which greeted me. My leg was smeared with blood and a thin, yet long gash the width of my t

I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible. “I am not fucking him, Kane; I am anything but a fucking slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly. “I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you better than this, Cross.” Kane snarled; I could literally feel the anger through the phone. Like it was supposed to scare me.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

"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.

Rose held up a finger. “I couldn’t sleep.” Second finger. “I walked into the forest.” Third. “A mysterious ancient wolf shows up.” Fourth. “And now apparently my soul contains prehistoric wolf DNA that might summon apocalyptic monsters.” Aldric raised an eyebrow. “That’s a dramatic interpretation.” Rose glared at him. “You started it.” Kael’s lips twitched faintly. Rose pointed at him. “Don’t you dare laugh.” “I wasn’t.” “You were thinking about it.” The mate bond flickered warmly.