Dark Souls Novels & Stories

He looks at me and relays his findings. "...good, Sasu report back to the HQ and informed them we will entering the dungeon…Alehandro!..get ready, we're going in now!!..". Since the type of enemies that we will encounter in this venture were mostly undead, the weapon that will be our main arsenal is a Shotgun's and as for melee weapon, of course, I will be using a special customize mithril baseball bat, Alehandro also uses his customize war hammer. Some might think that a bladed weapon is effective against the undead enemies, in my opinion using a blunt weapon is much more effective, undead type of monster in Fantasma is 60% skeletal type, and unlike in the games and movies, skeleton type in

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

Dark Soldiers’ Base – Holding Room Elliot stood before the bank of monitors in the control room, his reflection a grim mask in the glass. On the screens, six young men lay on simple cots in a sterile white room, each with a dull metallic bracelet clamped around one wrist. “We’re missing one,” Elliot said, his voice low. Amy stood beside him, her tablet in hand. “Yes, sir. The seventh signature. It’s… erratic. Fades in and out. The profile fits the historical parameters for the entity code-named ‘Shadowalker.’ How do we find him?”

And absolute, impenetrable darkness covered my eyes. A blindfold. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my heart rate down, letting my predatory instincts analyze the environment. The air was cold, damp, and heavy with the scent of concrete and old dust. A basement. Away from the city center, judging by the complete absence of low-frequency traffic hums. Then, the heavy click of boot heels echoed against the concrete floor, moving slowly out of the shadows. "Wake up, Malakai," a female voice spoke from the dark.

Cassidy asked, looking around them at all of the tunnels leading off into darkness. “Yeah, that’s right,” Christian said. “There are thirty-seven of them. That one over there actually goes to hell, not a portal, but if you don’t believe me and wanna try it out for yourself, go ahead.” “Hell?” Scott asked for all of them. “Like… an actual pit of fire or--” “No, dumbass,” Christian said, finally finished with his last weapon, which he kept in his hand. “Hell is not a fiery pit any more than heavy is floaty clouds and little naked babies hopping around on rainbows. It’s just another dimension where everything sucks.”

"You mean you're there? While I was in my past?" "Yep" "I am the one who made that for you." "That's to keep your soul healthy and to make you remember who you really are." "Why do you have to do that?" "You will be reborn Damian, the world you know is not the world you're about to face. Souls are important to contain powers. I think they call it quarks." "Quarks?" "Yes, these quarks, are strange quarks that are combined with your normal quarks. They are called necros. The more necros you have, the stronger you will be."

He snarled, pushing himself to remain silent; almost predatory. Darkous had followed the trail that the dead men around his home had left, following it to a strange dimension, the land coated in thick forests and rivers, the lord barely finding any life within the new place. Yet, the demon within him urged him forward, promising that there would be vengeance, that he would kill those responsible for Roberts death. He crouched lower, watching and waiting as one would if they were about to pounce, ready to tear their enemy apart. Someone was close, moving in from all sides, he could sense them.

“He’ll be here in two days—I sent out a message when we landed. He’s not far; he’s in Washington—in the woods—squatting like a hermit in his natural form.” Cleona chuckled. “I've heard he’s a rebel, but also very useful to have by your side—in a fight.” Being the new member of the team, Cleona had no idea. Drusdor was a stubborn bastard who would drive anyone screaming into a cave. But, he was also like a brother to Stralath, who couldn’t wait to reconnect with the huge warrior. “He’s getting himself into trouble.” Stralath stepped over a fallen log. “You do know what they call him on earth?”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

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?”