Dark Souls Father Of Giants Novels & Stories

The Magnus suddenly thought of Saturnio, 'That ugly monster owns this fault,' he thought. "Where are they?" the Father, for the first time had talked. His tone was too critical. Monotone but dangerous. "We're still finding ways to locate them, Father," Kiesty answered. "Finding ways? So out of you… WE'RE OUT OF TIME!" The Father's range dominated that creepy room. The guards standing from every side were shook and trembled as the Father's voice vibrated to the walls. Kiesty on the other hand, held his knees to control its trembling. “I’ll do everything to-’’

Thora gave him a level glance. “ Normally, I’d tell you to mind your own business, but I guess there’s no harm in telling you. My step-mother, that good for nothing harlot, staged a coup several years ago, killing the king of the giants, my father, Aruksar. And her coup succeeded due to my brothers who aided her. And then my stepmother became allies with those damn Ishtar, selling all my father’s supporters as slaves! Death is the only suitable punishment for their sins!”

The Gaia clan fought off these abominations, their combined abilities allowing them to push forward. At the heart of the cavern, they found a massive chamber, its walls lined with ancient runes that pulsed with a dark light. In the center of the chamber stood a towering figure, cloaked in shadows. Its eyes glowed with an eerie, malevolent light, and its presence exuded an aura of immense power. "Welcome, Gaia clan," the figure intoned, its voice resonating through the chamber. "I am the Harbinger of Destruction, the one who will bring about the rise of the God Giant Statue of Destroyers."

Instead, I saw a man in a black suit, his face perfectly preserved, his eyes two voids of spinning gold. "Hello, Elara," my father’s voice said—not the ghost, not the scientist, but the **Architect Prime**. "It's time for the daughter to return to the Father." He didn't hit me. He didn't blast me. He simply touched my forehead, and the world went black.

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

Making me wonder what he was seeing. “Your real father's name is Amaros Qrir, the founder of the underworld.” ~~~~~~ “You have got to be kidding me!” I shouted, choosing not to believe what he was saying. He was startled by my outburst, which made him shrink down to size. Literally. He was now the size of a mouse as he scurried around, trying to find a hiding place. I started taking deep breaths, trying to calm down as much as I could. When he figured that out, he shifted back to his normal size.

"Will never find you." "You see those guys over there...they said, they want to taste you." I stilled, blinking to see they other guys he talked about smiling. "They're going to take turn in fucking that spirit out of you, till you know who you're fucking talking to. Matteo Gouiri." He chuckled and stood up. Matteo Gouiri? The son of the man that had come up the stage? "Your father is the leader of the Bane, right?" I asked.

Glenn said with a wide smile, "and a friend." Melodious howls rule the night as a form of acceptance. Glenn and his father followed instinct; the voice came from behind their backs. Half to death, they were shocked to find a giant black wolf. Unexpectedly, Glenn's father fell to his knees. His mouth was agape and trembling. The characters are difficult to pronounce—not until Glenn's tiny hand shook his father's shoulder. "Father! Is dad okay? Is… is… he evil?" Jordan never answered. Little Glenn growled, determined to get up to protect his father.

But just before he reached me, a deafening growl ripped through the air, followed by a blinding surge of power that cracked the very ground between us. “Enough!” a voice boomed, deep and commanding. Darius halted mid-lunge, his claws inches from my chest. From the forest’s edge, cloaked in silver light and radiating Alpha authority, stepped my father,Alpha Rhydor. His presence was like a storm held barely in check. “Aren’t you ashamed,” Father said coldly, eyes locked on Darius, “fighting someone half your age? Someone you once called kin?” Darius turned with a slow, mocking grin. “Rhydor. It’s been a while,” he drawled. “Do you want me to fight you instead?”

Our numbers dwindled. And that damned woman stayed gone. It was when I sought out my father late at night that I found it was not a sickness at all, killing our dragons. It was him. Cyrus Drakos—the leader of dragons. My father. He had killed several of his own guards in cold blood. They were a mangled heap of death when I found them, my father towering over the mess like a black, heaving shadow. When I called his name, he turned to me with eyes the color of blood. Red and vibrant in the darkness.