Soul Of A Hero Dark Souls Novels & Stories

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

She couldn't help but admit to herself that he looked really cool while fighting those men. As she thought this strong arms wrapped around her waist as Asher buried his face in her chest. He had finally calmed down and became aware of Summer's presence. Sighing Summer placed her hand on Asher's head and ran her hand through his hair. In the end it seemed that Asher truly was her hero and shining light after all.

It was a formidable opponent, shrouded in malevolence, and it seemed to draw power from the hero's doubts and fears. "You are nothing," the darkness taunted, its voice a sinister whisper. "Your light is but a fleeting spark in the vastness of the cosmos." But the hero refused to succumb to the darkness's words. Instead, they drew strength from their memories, their experiences, and the love that surrounded them. They knew that their journey was not just about defeating an enemy—it was about embracing their destiny and the power of their own light.

Yes, I could remember it, I recollect all the memories perfectly, I could remember seeing her in agony, with red liquids dropping from her pretty mouth, the cold looks on her face before she gave up the ghost, and her last Words for me. "At your darkest hour, when all seems lost and there is no hope of light. When you feel the darkness pressing in on you from every side, when you find yourself standing on the precipice of oblivion, A Hero will descend from the Moon. His glittering silver face will cast a bright light upon your path. Avoid him, but it will be impossible. You will thrive hard to run... that's when the beast in you will Awake, and you'll meet the real you" I was there thinking

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

It wouldn’t be wrong to call them to have an almost fanatical glow… "Sol Dragona Luxuria. You are the heir of this kingdom. You are the future king of Lustburg. More importantly, you are the son of the hero king. The man who saved this world. The man, the hero, who immortalized himself with his deeds. Never forget that. This title isn't just a boon for you. This is also a curse. A weight. A burden that will try to crush you at every moment of your life." The fanatical glow in her eyes dimmed before changing into a sad melancholic light, a light that spoke tales of the tiredness, the helplessness, and the pain their wielder held.

It was quite laughable that the dark lord had a pet tiger who had a nanny. I stopped on the stone surface, rooted to the spot. The horror of last night returned. It was the place. The sound of the gunshot came back, reverberating at the back of my head, the image of Leo on the carcass flashed and the hard icy gaze on the dark lord.

She was obviously shocked. Just as Samuel was about to speak, a huge dark soul suddenly rose from the crack in the ground. His body was as tall as a pile of mountains, surrounded by dark mist. He opened his mouth and spat out large mouthfuls of blood. "Sky-breaking Sword!" Even though he looked intimidating, in front of Samuel, what was a big deal of a dark soul? He brought Qin Shuang with him and pierced through the mid-brows of the dark soul with his sword. Following the incomparably distorted roar of the dark soul, Samuel brought Qin Shuang through its head.

Strong. Not just Alpha scent. Intense. Suffocating. Smelled like burnt wood, rain, danger. Took the medicine... what is this? Kyrian thought. Hand shaking. Reached for water. Too intoxicating. Deep breaths. Air felt heavy. "God, can't faint here," whispered. Vision blurry. "Can't afford that..." Stood up. Fresh air. One step. Two. Luck ran out. Vision went black. THUD. THE CHAOS