Gwynevere Stories

In a realm where the primeval gods have fallen, a new lord rises to take the place of the old gods.

A fifth knight of Gwyn, Eira, has been promoted. Taking her fancy to her captain, Ornstein, the two believe that one another could never like each other. That is, until Lords Blade Ciaran has a firm word with her captain, revealing how truly dense he is with women. The wedding of Gwynevere and Flann is swiftly approaching. Eira is at a loss for words at her captains invite to accompany him. The group of five enjoy a well deserved party, and with the alcohol permeating their brains, the Dragonslayer leads dear Eira to his room. Things begin to get heated.

Betrayed and stripped of a majority of his power by the Valar, Olraun is cursed to wander this new world, now finding it reinhabited by people created at the end of the old world. Will he bring light to the ashen world, or will his darkness consume him and the realm of Lordran? This is a sequel to my Middle-Earth fanfiction and I decided I'd see if it could crossover with Dark Souls. I'm only using DS 1 and DS 3 (with DS 3 being the time period of the story with flashbacks, etc. from DS 1). Some things are obviously going to be different or completely removed due to it being a story not a game. As usual, feel free to comment and I hope you enjoy the story.

Just a few years after Lady Gwynevere, AKA "Eve," married King Arthur Pendragon and gave birth to their daughter, the king of Ireland has declared war of religious differences. Queen Eve believes this war is simply stupid and wishes in vain for it to end peacefully. But, when all bets are off on a Glastonbury battlefield, she does what she did best before marriage; don her armor and fight for her people. But will Arthur let his beloved Gwyn off her leash?

Hello all, This is my finest work, I plan to submit this to a selection of publishing houses. It will likely become a classic to last through the ages. Enjoy, and please leave a like, and comment if you find any mistakes (though the probability of finding one is impossibly low). I have poured my blood sweat and tears into this masterpiece, and I love it more than my daughter Agnes Gwynevere Rose III.