Dark Souls Trope Novels & Stories

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

-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.

the oldest member of the clan asked. “A modified version of the Japanese Kendo,” Kelvin said. “Let me fight with the demon Darka on the blood moon. If I'm unsuccessful, he should be the one to kill me.” All the elders laughed after he finished speaking. “You want to duel with a demon on the blood moon?” “You were right about one thing,” one elder said. “We would enjoy watching this more than killing you ourselves.” “What modifications do you propose?” another asked. “Let me fight with the shadow sword,” Kelvin said. “If any part of the sword touches any part of his body, I win. And there would be no sacrifice. But he only wins when my heart is no longer beating.”

Some therinthropes have very healthy relationships with their animal souls and can transform at will. Others fight tooth and nail to maintain control. So how are these two groups in opposition? They’re not. They’re both mortals with different soul problems. One’s become a temporarily immortal form, the other has soul contamination messing with their daily life. Vampires tend to find themselves in very depressed situations, especially if they ever remember / find out that they CHOSE to become vampires, spurring God’s ultimate gift. Therinthropes have to plan around events they can rarely explain to mortals.

Sloane felt a rare, cold spark of genuine unease. As a Reaper, he was the usher of the end. The one who closed the book. He understood the finality of death as a mercy. But a human who could not die? That was a glitch in the very design of existence. The Ouroboros hunted for immortality. This man had been living their dream as a nightmare. "But how?" Sloane's mind raced through the lore. "No human soul can anchor itself to the physical plane for that long without—"

had symptoms that were complete opposites. What if… they weren't two people at all? What if they were one person split in half, and when both halves met the right condition, they would merge—like a positive and negative charge—into nothingness? That would explain why #4 and #5 disappeared after they encountered each other. I looked up at Dominus and the blond guy. “That means the two of you are probably also one person. Actually—every anomaly in this dungeon, all seven of you… might be fragments of the same soul.”

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."