Dark Souls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

“I wish you can be able to talk, spite, and insult me when we are done, Derin Valgrave” Not long after, a new type of heartshattering screams joined the others, plunging the dungeon in everlasting screams of pain and suffering befitting a dungeon.

And right now, nothing else existed but the woman sleeping on my bed, and the vow searing through every vein in my body like fire. Damon Sanchez and whoever conspired with him to hurt the woman I love so much will be considered dead from this day. I will haunt him to the depths of hell and will punish him severely. I will not stop at death. I will haunt him even beyond that.

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”

If I got sick, you slept outside my room. Corey smiled, “You had terrible nightmares.” “I know.” Jethro laughed softly. You used to tell me monsters weren’t real. “They aren’t.” I knew that. “You did?” “I knew.” Jethro turned toward him, but I liked hearing you say it. Corey’s expression softened as Jethro continued. When Dad was busy…and when mom was working. “You were always there” Even down to the day dad finally abandoned us for another woman. Corey looked away. “I am your brother.”

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

Tasted of iron and ash. Behind me, the door creaked open. I didn’t turn. I knew who it was. “You saw it, didn’t you?” Rafael asked quietly. I nodded. “The sigils changed.” “And Dahlia?” “She’s dreaming things before they happen. And she’s scared.” He stepped beside me. “So am I,” he said. And then, far below from the edge of the woods Howling. Not Camden’s. Not Rafael’s wolves. Something older. Coming.

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.

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.