A poem I attempted in the epic style based on the first Dark Souls game.

Eating too many cakes in one go may not have been as fun as Gwynsen had thought...

Amidst a dark forest, Siegward encounters his forefather.

Ornstein got some food poisoning. Luckily, Tempest is there to help him feel better.

In the bright future where the advancement of technologies bring higher forms of gaming, a son guided by his father who seems to want him to hate himself by playing one of his favorite games. He frequently asks this question. "How Could Anyone Survive This?".

six thousand year's past since the age of fire and the age of man has giving birth to a new kind of light.

After having slept in an awkward position, Ornstein is aching all over his body.

Ciaran insists she isn't sick, much to Ornstein's displeasure.

Anri has been separated from Horace in the Catacombs of Carthus. While they search for him, their doubts as well as a fever catch up to them.

Two students from different backgrounds find themselves in an unlikely situation.

Ornstein and Smough share a last moment before they can break free of the magic that binds them.

A fool enters a world in a quest for power. What awaits him is a constant series of stupid deaths.

In the Land of Lordran, the First Flame is fading. The Chosen Undead must venture out in order to rekindle it, lest the world be thrust into the Age of Darkness... But what happens if the Age of Dark occurs?

A short story about how Siegward came up with Estus Soup.

The Ashen One speaks his heart's desire: to make love to the Fire Keeper.

Romantic short stories, each featuring a different Dark Souls character ( OC x Dark Souls Character )

A story about The Four Knights of Gwyn and their effects throughout history spanning three Parts: The War on the Dragons, The Age of Fire and The Abyss Watchers.

Many cycles after the fall of Oolacile and the defeat of Manus, the remnants of the original dark soul begin to take shape anew. The first was Nashandra; beautiful, regal, and avaricious. Second, came Alsanna; small, frail, and so very fearful. Then came Elana, mired by rage. Last was Nadalia, her tranquility matched only by her absurd strength of soul.

A woman confronts her troubled past as she learns the true meaning of love.

There was nothing to do but wait. Lying on the brink of death, weighed down by blight and eggs that never hatched. Waiting for Quelaag, wallowing in a mire of pain, guilt, and her own memories.

The travel journal of a formerly Chosen Undead who gave in to her wanderlust after fulfilling her destiny, or perhaps making her own destiny. Written with the intent of helping others who wander hither and thither within the confines of the world, and written with the intent of expanding my headcanon if we're talkin' Meta-Game.

"In the Age of Lords, the world was broken, cursed by disparity." The angels have vanquished fire and dark, and blessed humanity with eternal sleep. However, a new curse has caused mortals to awaken once more. Now, a champion must rise to usurp the fallen Watchers, reforge their legendary blades, and restore peace to the kingdom of Nos.

Kirk is a dad to the fair lady. I wrote this in like 40 minutes.

They were wrong about the nature of souls, the failing of life, and even the idea of ash.

In days long past, the warrior nation Forossa commanded respect and fear. But it is a kingdom now in ruins, its people scattered across the world. Such a one is Gunnar, Northwarder and former war priest turned mercenary, a man who hates his past. But a mission gone terribly awry will force the old warrior to confront the demons that haunt him and reclaim his lost pride.