Dark Souls Story Novels & Stories

Like a root system feeding up into him from below. Matteo said, “The vault beneath here isn’t like yours. Yours kept a memory sealed. This one… lets it speak.” Alessio aimed his pistol. “Then we shut it up.” Matteo’s voice didn’t change. “You can’t kill a story once it’s been heard.” Bianca’s hand trembled. “Tell me what’s happening.” He looked at her, softer now. “You always wanted to know why they made us fight. Why our names mattered. Why they tracked us.”

I shuddered subconsciously, it wasn't that I didn't want to tell him, but some memories are best buried in the dust, never to rise again, it's not something I want to share but hearing how they came to could be really useful. “And you have an accurate version?” I asked, considering my options, “You're sure of it? What assurance do I have that you aren't giving me a false information” I eyed him. “You’ll just have to hear it and see.” “Fine, tell me this great story of yours” it's not like mother thought it wise to tell me about how she ended up with that monster either way. “Actually, before I start, you need to know that Azrathul was originally a mortal”

said Kevin a little disappointed, and David sighed. "Have you ever played Dark Souls?" David left the sword in the anvil and crossed his arms. "Huh?" "Dark Souls." "Ah, I've only played the VR remake. It wasn't a good experience." Kevin shuddered a little, remembering the innumerable times he got stabbed, burned, slashed, crushed, etc. "Do you remember Sif? the big wolf with the sword?" "What do you- oh," he took a couple of seconds to realize what David meant, then he chuckled and nodded a couple of times. "Do it. I'll be in your debt."

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.

Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them. "This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted. Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are. Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

Talons spread wide and made furrows in the earth, while the wind from the wings sent leaves in circles around the newcomer's feet. Zinjo's hand strayed to the partisan on his back but quickly clasped the other after an icy stare from Aurelia. "How long have you been watching us?" The darkened eyes regarded the pair in curiosity and humor, "Oh, long enough. Sojobo saw you coming in a vision and tasked me with finding you. I must say you two are different from the usual foreigners who come seeking out king. I am Daisuke, by the way." Aurelia nodded, "We hope the king knows something about Lemurian Runes. We need them to help trap a great evil back home."

I confess, and he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening. "Surely you don't mean..." His voice trails off when his gaze meets mine. "How? You were dead. I...I attended your funeral," he breathes, his eyes misting over. "I made a deal with a mysterious group called The Six. They told me to...uh...find the seals. In return, I would get a new life and a chance to punish the one who killed me." Dashiell pales, his lips parting. "The Six? I haven't heard anything like that before," he breathes.

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

"There is a distinct difference. The people who dragged you into that damp cellar near the old laundromat district, the zealots who think they can force an ancient bloodline to wake up with candles and acoustic chanting, they were watching you. They wanted to use you as a skeleton key for a door they don't even have the coordinates to understand. We, on the other hand, simply recognize the frequency under your skin." Caelith didn't move. She barely even breathed. He knew about the cellar. He knew about the chanting. "We are on your side, Caelith," Davan continued, his restless fingers tapping a quiet rhythm against his side. "The world is becoming incredibly crowded around you right now. You

The thick silence in the room was broken only by the faint crackling of the fire. “No. I would never do that.” Daemonikai whispered at last, his tone low and hoarse. “You just told me a horror story, Vladya. A nightmare. And you know I would never do something like that to my Soulbond. So now I’m still sitting here…waiting.” His fist curled even tighter, knuckles going white. “Waiting patiently for you to get to the part where you tell me this was just some cruel, sick joke that went too far.”