Dark Souls Novels & Stories

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

Its malevolent energy permeates the chamber, suffocating any remnants of hope or warmth. Once a human is locked within the Souls Dungeon, their tragic fate is sealed. The vault possesses an insidious ability to drain the very life force from its captives. The process is agonizingly slow and torturous, as the energy is leached from their body, leaving them weak and feeble. Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault.

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

The duo was utterly amazed at the decision of Dankein and the choice of the dead body. “But you know that we can’t reside in the human world like Dark Souls. We need to blend in. And for that, we need human bodies. Now, as far as I am concerned, I have this human Timothy's body. You too need a human body, Nexus.” Silvan tried hard to convince Nexus for using the dead body provided by Dankein although he was not convinced with that bizarre choice.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

' A soft laugh met him as darkness fell, plunging him into dreams that Dali couldn't have painted better. A long passage spanned before him. The rocks twisted and distorted as if the world was turning and warping them in its wake. Bloody vortexes stained the brown rock, drawing in strange insects that made the most poisonous on earth look tame. A heady fog rose and fell beneath his feet as he walked instinctively. Drawn deeper into the twisting tunnels, the light behind him became fainter as he was swallowed in the pitch black. 'Keep moving, mortal...' The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. It was guttural and echoed from the rocks and stones. It was threatening...yet oddly soothing. It

Outside the formation, the 16 ghost banners roared in the air as if blown by a strong wind. "Eh?" The girl with the neat fringe was confused, and she tried to listen closely. "My heart won't be defeated by your trivial tricks!" "The Dark Souls Overcast Formation, killing hundreds of people in formation, killing thousands of people to refine the spirits. Yet, when I was fourteen, I killed more than 100,000 people!" "Demons and monsters could never destroy my heart! Just break already!" "The Firmanent's Ghoul-Locker Spear!" Caspian let out a long roar, and a ghostly light burst out from the Ghoul-Locker Spear in his hand. Then, the light instantly formed the sha

Darksoul Kayson looked thrilled as he exclaimed, “It feels great!” His darksoul absorbed some steel power from the Titanium Technique and was unimaginably strong and resilient! Darksoul Kayson flashed forward and held one of the energy swords directly before fighting another energy sword with his sword. The energy swords erupted; before long, they all turned into black and white fog. When all of them disappeared, Adalon, who was in the shield, snapped his eyes open—they were crimson red. “Blergh!” He coughed blood abruptly as he supported his body with both his hands and heaved.

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."