Fallen Knight Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

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."

Jumping down the kitchen aisle, I put the tools I'd borrowed from the guard earlier and head out of the kitchen to go directly to his room, avoiding stepping on the glass pieces spread over the floor. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I take the stairs and push the door open of his room, revealing the broken furniture and the dark-colored scheme of his room, which has me pull open the door by the doorknob all the way to step inside, and air knocks on my lung when my eyes find him sitting on the floor, pressing the barrel of his gun below his throat! "Oh, my god! Lincoln! No!" I shriek in horror. He looks startled at my scream, and his eyes snap at me; it scares me how dark and gloomy his eye

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

“ The elevator in front of us opened, and Tinyeleti lost her jaw to the floor. I tried to see what she was seeing. Inside the elevator, there were three guys all in formal black pants and black t-shirts. They were wearing different sneakers, though. One was wearing white sneakers, the middle one was in orange sneakers—what a colour—and the last one was in black sneakers. What stood out for them? They looked the same. For example, if you didn't notice the different shoes, you would think it's the same person thrice. The one in white sneakers was staring deeply at us. He got an intense stare while the middle one was smirking at us, and the other one was on his phone, not awarding us with a gla

Azazel asked. “It would be insulting to him, If I wished him,” she said with an unbelievable look. “You are right!” he said. Just then drums rang. Azazel smiled and entered the stage at a vampire speed. “My Dear Athmovezer people, I heard your Crown Prince Austin Annora, defeated the person who killed the last Chimera in the universe. Now I am scared of fighting with him. If he defeats me, I will turn all the Vampires into slaves to this kingdom, if not, he will have to agree to reveal the truths about his misdeeds and his inability of creating rumors of defeating the killer of Last Chimera,” the Vampire announced. He used his supernatural abilities to make his sound audible to every person

"Aubrey, he called out taunting her, Her legs got intertwined with a fallen branch and she fell to the ground, in that instant, the dark knight caught up with her, his face behind the mask broke out in a devilish smile, "So easy to get you, all the spells cloaking you are down," he said, "What do you want from me? Asked Nora defiantly "You," replied the dark knight. At that moment, Gretchen showed up from nowhere and repeated some words "Insipid Adenianas in Quito alas gradas," Gretchen kept muttering the words, the dark knight hissed and with great speed galloped for Gretchen, "Run Aubrey, Little elf run, screamed Gretchen,

"Mr. Yates, you better hurry back and prepare funds. After all, the highest bidder wins. Your grandfather might die because you don’t have enough money!" I looked coldly at Wendy as she strutted into the live broadcasting room, my fists clenched tight. Wendy gave me a smug glance and said seriously, "From now on, the Sanders Group and the Yates Group are completely separate. I’m willing to take over any projects you’re collaborating on with the Yates Group at ten times the price. From now on, anyone who cooperates with the Yates Group is an enemy of the Sanders Group!" I merely found Wendy's threat laughable.

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."

"I am the Shadow Knight. Once Kaelen Dawnblade. Bearer of the Soulstone. Enemy of the corrupt Council. Avenger of the murdered innocents. I claim these names and purposes. I reject oblivion's comfort." The amalgamation of memories retreated, its composite features displaying surprise. The bone song changed tenor, becoming less overwhelming demand and more respectful recognition. The darkness surrounding him thinned, revealing the ossuary's interior fully for the first time. At its centre grew a tree unlike any in the living world. Its trunk and branches consisted entirely of bones fused together, not constructed but somehow grown into this impossible configuration. Instead of leaves, small f

It was as if he was nothing but a stranger. He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more. "Keep going," he ordered. I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward. While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.