Dark Souls Novels & Stories

"Shall we solidify our alliance?" Moments later, Sylas Dreadmoor emerged from the shadows, a hulking figure that seemed to absorb the moonligjht rather than reflect it. His wolf form was monstrous, his silver-streaked black fur giving him the appearance of some ancient, primal beast. He shifted as he approached, his human form no less intimidating. Muscles rippled beneath his scarred skin, and his dark eyes gleamed with a dangerous intelligence. "Cassandra. Darius." His deep voice rumbled like distant thunder as he came to a stop before us. "I trust we're ready to discuss terms?"

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

And that someone had wiped the Greenshade Guild off the face of the earth. Something dark churned behind Sylas' eyes, deep enough that no one would ever see the bottom. He thought about how Jorrell had mentioned there was a man and a woman who were trying to avenge Hollowlight. Then, those two pieces clicked together in his head as he was reminded of two certain people. He rose to his feet slowly. His pale robes shifted in the night wind, and the pressure rolling off him thickened until the air itself felt heavy. He turned and looked toward Duskhollow Vale. His eyes were deep and dark, like he could see straight through every mountain between here and there, all the way to that blood-soaked

He especially hated anyone that possessed magic, which after hearing Savannah’s story made sense. “Savannah did Angus ever reject your mother?” I asked. “No, but when my mother found out that he had taken a chosen mate, even if it was against the poor womans will she was able to reject him since he betrayed their fated bond. Dark elves, unlike the light elves, cannot reject their mate. They can accept a rejection but that is it, however if the bond is betrayed by their mate, then since it is already partially broken, they can be the one to reject their mate. Angus knew my mother was not able to reject him, but he had no idea that she could if he betrayed their bond.” Savannah explained.

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Lucas the Demon, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark Soul." The Rank 2 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race looked at Lucas proudly. "You're already dead," said Lucas. Dark Soul was surprised, and he looked at Lucas in astonishment. Before he could even talk, he lost the chance to do so ever again. Swoosh! A cold glint appeared, and Dark Soul parted from the world for good. Up till the moment when he was dead, Dark Soul could not believe that he would just drop dead like that. "Lucas the Demon, why are you so angry?"

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

The air in the North Tower’s deepest sub-level did not just carry the scent of dust and neglect; it carried the heavy, metallic tang of a past that had been buried alive. Silas Blackwood moved through the stacks of yellowed ledgers with a frantic, desperate energy. His gold-and-sapphire skin, a permanent brand of the divine unweaving he had endured, cast a rhythmic, flickering light against the stone walls. Each pulse of his aura felt like a heartbeat, irregular and pained.