Dark Souls Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Elena closed her eyes, her mind slipping down into the dark currents of the unconscious realm. Suddenly, the fated-mate bond flared with a sharp, agonizing heat. Because their souls were fused across eternity, her mind was pulled into the currents of Marcus’s deepest, most terrifying nightmare. She opened her eyes inside the dream. The world was a chaotic vortex of silver arena spikes and bleeding stone. She was standing in the center of the grey sand, baby Silas clutched tightly in her arms. Across the circle, Marcus stood in his monstrous, eight-foot-tall midnight-black wolf form. His eyes were two plates of rabid crimson light. He did not look at her with love. He looked at her with the a

With a curse, he gave in-teleporting in a blur of shadow and flame straight to Rosewood Mansion. He appeared in Allistair's room, and the sight struck him like lightning. Allistair lay writhing in sleep, whimpering, moaning, lost in dreams that reeked of lust and surrender. And he doesn't like it. Thinking that someone is able to make Allistair like that even in his dreams. The room was heavy with the scent of vanilla and roses, intoxicating, maddening. Samael's eyes burned crimson, his fangs aching to pierce again.

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?”

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Somewhere beneath the floor, beneath the foundation of this estate, something vast that has been sleeping for longer than the building has existed turns its attention toward the surface. Kael is beside me now, fully, his shoulder against mine, his power — whatever the marking gave him, whatever bond-strength flows both directions now — rising to meet what is coming. "Fina." His voice is steady. "Whatever happens next." "I know." "Together." "Always." The circle blazes white-gold. Darius's body convulses — not him fighting, something else stretching inside skin too small to hold it. His mouth opens and the sound that comes out belongs to nothing human and nothing wolf and nothing I have ever

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

He paused momentarily, closing the distance between us. He stood there for a moment, observing the welts on my backside. His hands then trailed over the marks, and a disturbing pleasure gleamed in his eyes. It was evident that he derived far more satisfaction from this act than his father ever did. While Alpha Draxler relished in my pain, Damian seemed to revel in both my suffering and the fear that emanated from me. "Fernanda," he murmured, his voice filled with a twisted desire, "these scars on your body arouse me. They ignite an undeniable response within me, making it agonizingly difficult to control myself. Look at what you do to me."

Zayn quickly advanced, intending to help her, and before Darkel intervened, gloating, intending to cut off his son's path, but saw his Mate thrown away and groaned in pain, so that Darkel fell with her automatically. " You weak one, you're taking advantage of me being unable to transform," she screamed, forced to run, and this time she was the one who got on top of her, putting both hands on her neck, suffocating her as hard as she could. Darkel wanted to intervene if he hadn't stopped breathing as well!! Zayn widened his pupils watching his very angry girlfriend " Shit she looks hot and she's angry" Mars flirts, and Zayn secretly agrees

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

**Silas’s POV** The nightmares are always the same. I’m standing in a void, the Shadow’s voice slithering through the darkness. *“You think you’ve won, little Alpha? I am your blood now. Your breath. Your rage.”* His laughter echoes as violet tendrils coil around my limbs, searing my skin. I wake gasping, the scar on my chest throbbing like a second heartbeat. Selene is already at my side, her glow soft but strained. “Another one?”