A creature is awakened in its prison cell by a most unusual event. A century might have passed, though even that is murky at most. With nothing but curiosity and the invitation of a knight in shining armor, the creature rises from the cold stone and sets off to discover itself and its fate. Heavily inspired by Dark Souls, though not an actual fanfic

Gwyndolin has been crushing hard on a specific knight as of recent. And after a particularly boring speech from his father, he's been wondering if he should act on these feelings. (Major canon divergence and M\M)

Join the wayward Knight LoveGame on his arduous journey without rest, to the furthest reaches of the dilapidated Kingdom of Drangleic! Beset by the accursed Darksign, our hero has his sights set on an audience with King Vendrick! This... is the tale of a man destined to be king! Adaptation of DS2 with a bit of lightheartedness and shounen flair. Rewrite of my first fic.

Lucatiel almost goes hollow but thanks to a close comrade...

"SOLAIRE!", she cried out in desperation. In that fleeting moment. I understood. I knew who I was. I was not simply a foolish knight seeking a ball of flame in the sky. No. I sought clarity. I searched for a light in the darkness, a candle in a cave, a sun. I realized: I found it. She is my Sun. My love.

General Tarkus leads humanities siege on Anor Londo.

Le Feu se meurt et doit être ravivé. Les Morteflammes se lèvent pour rappeler les Seigneurs des Cendres sur leur trônes. Suivons le périple long, complexe et périlleux d'un chevalier réveillé par le son de la cloche. – Une sorte de version romancée du jeu Dark Souls 3, avec les choix, les ignorances et la chance d'un nouveau joueur.

will be updated when I can

A slow-burn story of political/philosophical intrigue, drama and deceitful plots. Set within the aftermath of DS3's Usurpation of Fire Ending. The Sorcerer Aldous, an Unkindled who has risen to Lord of Hollows, manages the day to day governing of Londor while continuing his passion for sorcery. But the Usurpation of Fire is not without consequence, consequences unseen by Londor.

A short compendium of the stories behind the various Soul items you can pick up in the Dark Souls games. (Fanon, obviously)

Gwyn hated the darkness and what they meant to her kingdom, but in order not to allow the dwarves to rise up with their highest exponent she decided to appoint a dark soul bearer as a member of the four horsemen, Once this knight died, the Lord of the Sun covered it up and sent it into oblivion, but there remained some fragments that became artifice.

Homer's poetic masterpiece unfolds in the shadowy landscapes of Dark Souls III. The epic narrative follows the Lords—Nito, Gravelord of death; the Witch of Izalith, pyromancer supreme; and Gwyn, the Sunlight Lord—as they battle the encroaching darkness. Amidst gods and mortals, the Furtive Pygmy's legacy, the elusive Dark Soul, shapes the destiny of humanity. AI-assisted content.

Tempest always tries and experiments with new dishes for the Hurricane, his family's restaurant. Ornstein enjoys trying new tastes. He is the perfect candidate to be Tempest's taste tester. Dark Souls modern AU. Set in the universe of Storm.

Many monarchs have come and gone, but what is a king? Aldia weaves a cautionary tale for the Young Hollow, the tale of Erec, a young man of Shulva; Vendrick, the near-true monarch; Raime, the rebel; and Alsanna, the Ivory King's shadow. The tragedy of the four kings of Dark Souls 2 as told by the Scholar of the First Sin.

The being of the moon has never been such before, it was something else or someone else, it speaks recovering its sanity after being defeated by the hunter but prevailing on the consciousness of the new being formed, remaining alive and freeing itself from the control of Oedon. (warning told in person translation english)

Featuring a laconic Chosen Undead that wakes in the Asylum the third time done with Gwyn's shit, a bemused Oscar searching for his sister and a Crestfallen Warrior just wanting to be alone, it's a fix-it fic fully in character, one last cycle to save the world from sins of ages past, no matter how much Estus it takes, with all the pain, gore, and classic Souls suffering it entails.

Yes I really wanted to write something about my favorite character from the Souls series. Which is Crossbreed Priscilla. I know the Souls community can be pretty let's say nitpicky/irrate or something like that. Please don't flame me for this. I did my best ok? And my research. If I made a mistake please tell me in a respectfull manner! I might correct it in a ch. 2 with shoutout.

An origin story for my Dark Souls 3 character. Raised in the Cathedral of White, Verna experiences a troubled childhood, but grows into a capable and eager herald. Her first mission to an undead settlement ends in disaster, and this fateful moment sets her on a quest for revenge, as well as a forsaken covenant with the Mother of Rebirth.

Solaire and the Chosen Undead had reached the end of their journey. As they prepared themselves to face the Lord of Cinder, the only thing on their minds was each other.

Prophet. Visionary. Conqueror. Usurper. Sulyvahn, Pontiff of the Church of the Deep, is many things. Savior and destroyer, saint and monster. What drives a man to preach words of holiness even as he wages war against the gods themselves? This is the grim tale of a young sorcerer from a forlorn land who rose to become a tyrant who enslaved gods and defied the Flame.

'El primer pecado' Ese es el titulo que lleva el inicio de un ciclo ya olvidado, uno que hace mucho inicio. Las historias narran este pecado, pero nunca aciertan en una cosa, una ínfima cosa...una ceniza (Esta historia es una prueba de esta pagina, si desean seguir viéndola a esta o mas de mis historia o publicarlas en ingles, estaré encantado.) Att: Aghriik

Ce livre fut retrouvé à une époque indéterminée. Sa paternité est attribuée au légendaire Gwen, premier Dieu Solaire. Il se présente comme une biographie de première main du Roi des Dieux, de l'Age mythique précédant ces derniers à la mort supposée du souverain. La langue des dieux étant morte, la traduction sera ajoutée au fur et à mesure de l'avancement des travaux.

At Northern Undead Asylum, Oscar of Astora and the Undead he freed meet their true fates. Fates that perhaps were not the same Destiny had intended for either of them, nor the one Oscar had in mind for himself.

A small oneshot about Gwyndolin finally confessing his love to his personal knight.

A merchant's son and the sun's lonely son. In a meeting the two of them could never have even thought of, their fates are entwined and rooted in misery and joy.