Lord Of Cinders Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

"Increase the output! The cipher is breaking! I can hear the power behind the door! When I claim the Sovereign core, the North will bow! Anna will bow!" "Your calculations are off by three orders of magnitude, Saed," Anna’s voice cut through the cavern like a blade of ice. Saed whipped around, his dagger raised defensively, his chest heaving as though he had just run miles. When his eyes landed on Anna, standing tall, wearing the dark iron of the Blackwood Legion with Liam towering beside her like an unyielding mountain, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of rage, disbelief and deep festering humiliation.

My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust. It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power. I fired.

The Lord of War struggled in vain against his grip. "Lord Number Three, don't kill me!" the Lord of War pleaded, his fear palpable. "The one who followed you here, what cultivation realm is he in?" Number Three inquired impassively. "At the very least, somewhere above a Lord of War, perhaps even stronger," the Lord of War Realm divulged, aware of the cyborg's ruthlessness. "Die!" Number Three promptly silenced the Lord of War after receiving the required information, swiftly executing him. "Lord Number Three, is it time to counterattack?" someone asked.

Rose replied bluntly looking rejected. "What? You want to commit suicide?" Nora exclaimed and held her hand with a mouth open in shock. "Please leave me. I think you will break my hand before I will even die" Rose felt her palm being crushed. "Sorry" Nora muttered and let go of her. "AI3, If I did now the mission will fail right?" She asked. "Yes, and part of your soul will perish " AI3 reminded her slowly. "So, Which one is more dangerous, A Blackened lord god or A perished half soul?" She muttered feeling really dejected.

“Someone invoked the Ashen Throne here... someone summoned the power of the first queen.” A rustle in the trees snapped their attention upward. Before they could draw weapons, Kaelan emerged; clad in light armor and cloak, riding a dark grey stallion. “Prince Kaelan,” Nyra said sharply. “You followed us.” He dismounted smoothly. “I promised to help. I know these woods better than your patrols.” He gestured to the altar. “And I know this sigil. It belongs to the Order of Cinders; a cult believed extinct.”

One burned black, shadow flames searing with Lucian’s fire. And the third… the third burned with blood-red light, an eclipse flame, neither shadow nor light but something older, more primal. It hovered in the air, pulsing like a heartbeat. The ground beneath them cracked open, and from deep below came a sound like chains breaking. A new voice rolled across the battlefield, deeper than thunder, colder than death. "At last… she has opened the Third Path." --- Serena staggered back, shadows and blood dripping from her hands. The wolves around her trembled, eyes wide with terror.

So he ran after Them like a crazy beast jumping as high as he can with the help of the poison. "Theodora" he yelled, now his voice is scratchy and not at all clear. All the dark creatures in the Shadowland know what is happening outside bass on the way their Lord is shouting. So they firmly locked their doors and didn't dare to peek outside. Darius is flying away from the crazy Lord. Lucian and Lucifer started firing arrows, which will make the Lord unconscious. Lucifer is flying in the air and firing the arrows. Whereas Lucian is running with his supernatural speed and firing arrows.

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss