Dark Souls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.

My jaw was locked. "My brother," Darius said anyway. "Caelan." The name hit like a second injection. "Caelan," Darius repeated, and now he was laughing. Not loud. A low, private sound. "Stoic. Loyal. Empty. She took him as a mate. She marked him. And when she lose her guard, he put a blade made of frozen moonlight into her heart. The only thing that could kill her." The room didn’t exist. The wolves didn’t exist. There was only his voice and the thing he was telling me about myself.

Exhausted from the trauma of the night, she had fallen asleep in the chair, trapped within his physical radius. To anyone else, it was a tragic, forced bond of survival. But to Katherine’s twisted, jealous mind, it looked like the ultimate act of betrayal. Duncan lay on the bed, his face peaceful for the first time in years, his soul anchored by the proximity of his true mate. Amora’s breathing was soft, her small hands resting near her lap. The sight of them sharing the same breathing space, bathed in the beautiful, divine light of an ancient mate bond, completely destroyed the final remnants of Katherine’s sanity.

Its far from what you are thinking. ''And how do you know what I'm thinking, the all knowing Sky?'' I sat straighter now. ''Damian and I were talking and....'' ''Just talking-?'' He asked looking at me with googly eyes. ''Yeah, just talking-....He mentioned something though about someone's death, a female I presume......and inside, he died with her. I think her death is the cause of all his hate and sorrow. I just want to earn his trust but gosh!.....he is just so stubborn...''

Aurora's pov “Damion,” I sobbed, my palms pressed against his heaving chest. “Please, it’s me! It’s Aurora. Your mate. Your fated mate. The woman who loves you!” His eyes burned crimson, wild and unrecognizing. His growl rumbled through his massive frame, shaking the very ground beneath us. The darkness of the Shadow Realm swirled around him, twisting and feeding off his rage. “Remember me!” I screamed, clutching at his fur as tears streamed down my face. “Remember us! This isn’t you, Damion!”

"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.

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!!!”

Still wandering what goes inside this girl's mind. Alpha Dylan has a Mate, who is his wife now, so while having a mate already he can't have a second chance mate right. Not when the mate hasn't died or they rejected eachother yet, beside Soren didn't felt anything towards the other male rather Then disgust. The mare thought about Alpha Dylan around him make him feel sick. He just hope nothing goes wrong. _________________________________________

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.