Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Fanfiction

Years of finding ways to escape to his beloved gardens at Gran's had taught him that. And yes, Doll acknowledged he had trauma and nightmarish memories he'd have to face in other moments. The nameless no-fur who had taken on that burden was gone and could finally rest. But right now, he would devote his energy, his thoughts, and his body to what was right in front of him. His Innehavre. His Soot-walker. His Hades. And the joy of driving him mad. "Then I will earn my punishment." Doll giggled as he moved from where he was teasing Hades's ear to kissing down his furless chest. "I want to know what you're feeling, my sweet devil."

Elliot's fury burned bright, fueled by the memory of Dawn's sacrifice and the unwavering love he held for Zelda. With every strike, Elliot aimed to dismantle Sasha's malevolent power, to bring an end to her reign of darkness. The echoes of their struggle filled the air, punctuated by grunts of exertion and the clash of steel. Neither would yield easily, for their destinies were intertwined, bound by the fates of those they held dear.

She found a tall Oak tree and sat beneath its shade on a small rock. She withdrew her grimoire from her backpack and proceeded to flip to the page where her sketch was. The more she looked at it the more she was convinced that she needed to find answers about the girl in the bowl. Her mind reeled at who she could be and how it came to pass that they looked so similar and why she felt a kinship towards her. Just then she heard the fluttering of wings and looked toward where the noise was coming from she saw Silden standing there staring back at her. Her eyes were as black as night and her hair was red as fire.

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.

“We don’t know.” Darius finally found his voice. “You’re telling me we nearly died in a forest full of monsters, you got your souls knocked out of your bodies, re-fused with your wolves like literal gods—and now you might vanish when you patch that hole in the universe?!” Selene turned, arching a brow. “Yes.” Darius groaned. “Fantastic. Let’s walk into death smiling.” Luka gave him a light shove, and some of the tension in the air broke.

"Turns out it is true what they say, a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill." Daemon was not amused. "I apologize." His lips turned down in displeasure, a shadow of regret passing over his features. Vladya waved off the apology. "Are you sleeping better now?" "I am truly sorry, Vlad," Daemon repeated, the guilt plain in his voice. "Take a hint, old man. I am trying to change the subject here,” Vladya said, dryly. "Are those nightmares still plaguing you?" Daemonikai sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I do not mind. Better to stay awake than to relive those moments. So, who is she? The female you fed from? The one who quenched your thirst?"

She doubled over, gasping, as silver light erupted from her chest and spread outward. Her bones cracked. Her muscles tore and reshaped. Pain and power tangled until she thought she would shatter. Then, suddenly, she was free and then, she felt him. Another presence pressed against hers, familiar, electric. A dark wolf, golden eyes burning, circling her with predatory grace. Skylar. Her heart lurched. She felt his power brushing against hers, their connection undeniable, a force that rattled the earth beneath their paws. But then the dream turned, Skylar lunged, faster than she could move. His teeth sank into her neck, hot and sharp. Pain flared white, blinding, as her body buckled beneath hi

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

But you didn't, you never did. I hope you're happy now, I'm gone, I'm dead and nothing will ever hold you back again. But as you remember looking down on my bloodied body, I want that image to haunt you every day that you will not be able to live your life the same way again. I hope the nightmares are so unbearable that you will feel my pain, my suffering, my wounds, my death. Then, when you've had enough you will also contemplate your own death, and just like me, you will be lying down lifeless and gone. Hannah

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.”