Dark Souls 2 Lost Sinner Novels & Stories

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.

A cunning, vicious grin crept on those lips hearing those words. "Perfect. Let Sinister Izan Rodriguez to lose his HEAVEN , just like 5 years ago he had lost his NEVAEH,"

“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.

The lights outside illuminated his face exposing angry curved lips that curled inwards with him holding a towel to the back of his head. "You did well, " my inner voice patted my back. I watched curiously wondering if I had made the right decisions coming. He disappeared from the door and later appeared at the base of the stairs his chest moving up and down in anger. "Apologize now, or forever live your life running like a fugitive." it was my inner voice again try to get me to do the right thing. I took a deep breath counting numbers before making my fatal move when he took out something from his jacket.

I was lost in my own world, immersing myself in the rhythmic flow of the workout. "Are you trying to trim your body for a new lover?" The voice startled me out of my daydream. I turned cautiously, as if afraid of meeting the owner of the voice, even though I knew exactly who it was. I could recognize that voice even in a coma. I was too stunned to react, but now sheer terror flooded me as my gaze locked with a pair of hauntingly familiar dark gray eyes that struck me with recognition.

[REINITIALIZATION COMPLETE] [SOUL INTEGRITY: STABLE] [REINCARNATION TYPE: REGRESSION — PARTIAL MEMORY LOCK] Alpha opened his eyes. Stone ceiling. Cold air. A younger body. Smaller hands. Weaker heartbeat. His wolf was silent. His fangs dull. His blood thin and restless. He sat up slowly. “What was taken from me,” he said, voice calm, “and by whom.” The system paused. Not out of mercy. Out of calculation. [QUERY ACCEPTED] [COMPILING LOSSES…] Symbols burned behind his eyes. Not memories—records. [LOSS 001: TRUE ALPHA DOMINION — SEALED]