Dark Souls 2 Lost Sinner Novels & Stories

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

“I was the one who chose her for the sacrifice, and they must sacrifice her.” “I know why you did so,” Kelvin said. “The adopted child, jealous of the original. But you won't gain anything from watching her die.” “I won't lose anything either,” he grinned and walked away. The sheriff looked around the room when he woke up. “Where am I?” he asked. “And how did I get here?” “You're in the red chapel,” I said. “This is the base of the shadow clan.” “I— I was with Jacob,” he stuttered. “How did I get here? And where's Jacob?”

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

And you've ended up back where you never should have been. I tightened my jaw. "What do you mean?" The Harbinger sighed slowly. "Foolish girl." His fire intensified, creating unsettling shadows on the pavement. "You should have never returned." Dark beings with sunken eyes and clawed hands emerged from the ground before I could respond. They surrounded us, letting out terrible wails. Damon stiffened. He whispered, "Souls of the lost," I took hold of his hand. "What do we do?" The Harbinger spoke in a chilly tone. "You die."

Their death is my life and how can I mourn them, when I can’t live without their soul, their spirit? And then she could feel the switch turning off. The curtain between him and her and he vanished back to where he had came from. She mourned then, for his death, for he was no longer human, no longer the boyish guy with golden eyes to whom Sameera had lost her heart to. He was no longer Théoden, he was Ahriman, the dark, the sinful smell of shadows. She mourned for his soiled soul as night was covered by the slow streams of sun beams.

When Amber opened Isak’s house's front door with a bang she gazed at her son whose eyes were shining in a mesmerising violet shade as he gazed at the broken mirror in the hall. Amber's eyes were filled with fury as she saw claw marks on Isak’s arm. “Who did this, son?” She demanded in a calm yet sinister rasp as she crouched down in front of Isak and took the ointment kit Victor had gotten from somewhere in the house. “Lost Souls.” Isak wheezed out knocking all the air from Amber’s lungs. Lost Souls~ Even if the Lost Souls were afraid of Amber they weren’t afraid of her family.

“She knows this, right?” From the corner of my eye, I see a shirtless Sin march towards Luca. He stops when he is a foot away from the red-haired man. His sword of darkness materializes into his grasp, and he drives it through the man. A shocked gasp leaves my lips at how fast it happens. Without thinking, Sin kills Luca; the one who was supposed to be his brother. Luca’s face contorts into pain as he drops to the ground with the black sword sticking out of his chest.

A strangled growl tore from my throat as I paced the room, dragging my hands through my hair, the sharp pull doing nothing to dull the agony in my chest. She was the only good thing that had ever happened to me. And I fucking let her go. I need to get my gem back. But first... she needs space. Fine. I'll give it to her. But I won't promise not to chase her. Because she's mine. The image of her standing before me, tears glistening in her eyes, carved itself into my mind like a cruel reminder of what I had lost. It cut me deeper than any knife, burned more than any bullet wound.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

Of course, the little girl was in no danger but what better way to get him mad than to threaten his child. "Get out! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I simply nodded, a grim smile touching my lips. ''See you around, Tommy boy" I turned and walked out, leaving him fuming. The moment I stepped out of the building, the composed Tristan Walker, the intellectual professor of Heldon vanished. The old Tristan, the one who navigated shadows and understood the need for brutality and the demons of the city rose to the surface. It was a side that I had buried until one of mine had been touched.