Novel & Cerita Dark Souls Fanfiction

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

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

“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.”

"Selene, we are your anchors. No matter what you decide, we will handle it together!" Thorne had golden eyes. "No bond is too strong." Have faith in us, Dark Souls. We are going to stand strong. Draven looked right into my dark blue eyes. Not the Wraith, not the pieces... "Moonbound... your heart will show you the way." Thank you.

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO: Saphielle’s POV: The more his hand stayed on me the more it felt like it was on fire, burning my skin, and the vision from before became clearer. There he was, killing me. Driving his blade into my stomach over and over again. The beast behind him was unlike anything I’d ever seen—it was terrifying. I had no idea what any of it meant. Hell, the old lady had stopped appearing in my dreams as soon as I cut ties with Azrael. So all I could do was maintain the distance between us.

Damien Perspective Next day I clenched my jaw as I sat in the cold, dark dungeon, my body still bound by the heavy silver chains. My wolf Zyros was restless, snarling inside me, demanding to be free, while my vampire side burned with the need to hunt—to claim. The full moon had ended, yet the rage within me had not lessened. Instead, it intensified with each passing second. My so-called mate had the audacity to run away from me. The thought made my blood boil. How dare she? She was supposed to run into my arms, fall at my feet, and submit to me. Instead, she fled like a coward. My mate. My fucking mate ran away from me. I exhaled sharply, my nostrils flaring as her scent still lingered in th

"There is a distinct difference. The people who dragged you into that damp cellar near the old laundromat district, the zealots who think they can force an ancient bloodline to wake up with candles and acoustic chanting, they were watching you. They wanted to use you as a skeleton key for a door they don't even have the coordinates to understand. We, on the other hand, simply recognize the frequency under your skin." Caelith didn't move. She barely even breathed. He knew about the cellar. He knew about the chanting. "We are on your side, Caelith," Davan continued, his restless fingers tapping a quiet rhythm against his side. "The world is becoming incredibly crowded around you right now. You

Her aura was different tonight; she wasn’t shivering in her usual state, but this was more of a disappointment and even anger. I clenched my hands as I had a cold glint in my eyes. Instantly, I held her arms firmly and told her in a sharp tone. “I, Damon Blackthorn, Alpha of Moonfall pack. Hereby reject you as my mate.” I could hear the sound of thunder and lightning roaring through the skies, which gave the entire moment an ominous feeling if I had just made a colossal mistake.

It was no wonder the police could never find any clues about the murderer. Master Sandford’s darksoul descended gradually and conjured a dagger in his palm that he used to stab at Kayson’s head! Meanwhile, Kayson projected his darksoul. His darksoul stretched out his hand and clutched Master Sandford’s wrist. Master Sandford’s expression changed drastically with fear. “Y-You have a darksoul too!?” Darksoul Kayson smiled nonchalantly. “Why do you think that you’re the only one of your kind?”

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