Divinity: Original Sin 2 Black Cat Novels & Stories

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

One Noah caterpillar rolled left and right in glee, “Heh heh, I was still thinking about how to exact my vengeance a moment ago when it occurred to me! What better way to punish a big bad wolf than to keep him from eating his fill?” ‘We sure outdid ourselves creating this little devil~’ For a moment, Blackie sighed, thinking how Levi wasn’t wrong to consider his host as an incubus. Regardless of whether the other was acting shy or mischievous, he was always irresistibly charming. But then, Blackie’s sigh turned into a sneer, “Nice try! You think I can’t tell all that payback talk is merely a convenient excuse? You just don’t want to get your virgin ass ruined by your husband’s huge cock!”

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

I stood at the gates as their leader stepped forward Archon Veylor, a man once rumored to have drowned an entire Lycan pack in consecrated blood. “Damon Blackthorn,” he called, his voice calm and cold. “You have until moonrise to surrender the girl and submit to purification.” My claws lengthened. He smiled, as if daring me to strike. “I am the judgment of the gods,” he said. “And she is the vessel of a forgotten sin.” “I am the wrath of the wolves,” I replied. “And I will drown you in it.” He didn’t flinch. “So be it.” ---

I told him. “We don’t know unless we try.” I just nodded at him. I moved my hands upward, thinking to absorb all those elongated black hands that keep on collecting souls from everywhere in the Academy. Few moments later, those black hands stopped from moving as I activated Beelzebub’s Gluttony. Then, a strong force sucked them towards me, devouring them one at a time. In just a click of seconds, they all disappeared.

It’s not long before Hadleigh rushes into the room with two goons behind her and I quickly step forward and puncture the scalpel into the carotid arteries of the goons as Hadleigh turns around with a look of terror on her face. Oh, I’ve missed this. For the last few days, I have been a victim. At the mercy of a sick game where I was in no control over what happened to me. People laughing and cheering and jeering at my suffering. Not an ounce of fear shown for me or what I’m capable of. But here in this moment, as her two bodyguards drop to the ground clutching their necks in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding, I finally see the fear in her eyes. I’ve missed that fear. That look that tells

"If you would just give me some seconds to explain, it would be better for all of you. I don’t need anyone to interrupt until I am done with whatever I am talking about. After that, you can ask your questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their heads, and Daphne looked at Liam for assurance. He gave a stiff nod for her to continue. "The black wolves are hunters. But you see, they are different from the others who want to use us for experiments or make a new drug for immortality. They are soul-sucking demons, and they want nothing more than to destroy packs, isolate them, and then claim them. These ones derive pleasure from killing. There is no afterlife if they get you." "Is that what happened to

Past the maids who were lying unconscious on the floor because of the brutal actions of Aghnya when she barged in. Felen, who saw that, could only grimace, then apologised in her heart. She felt a little guilty even though she wasn’t the one who hurt them. Meanwhile, the golden-eyed black cat, who was quietly watching Aghnya and Felen from behind the darkness, displayed a satisfied grin. His plan was going as planned. The cat even seemed to sigh proudly at the achievements he had made. Then, unexpectedly, by the black cat that was Lucifer’s artificial form-- The Strongest Demon King, another figure appeared and interrupted his time in observing Felen.

I had my home back. But as I sat there in the silence, I realized something was wrong. My wolf wasn't celebrating. She was whimpering. I reached inside, trying to find the source of her distress. A sharp, burning pain flared in my chest. It wasn't from the fight. It was deeper. It was in my soul. I coughed, and when I pulled my hand away from my mouth, it was covered in black, oily blood. Damon’s final revenge. He hadn't just used gold to buy off the Council. He had used black magic.

Black magic. The second it activated, the pain returned tenfold. My bones trembled beneath my skin. My knees buckled, crashing to the floor. A cruel chuckle slipped from Thorne’s throat. “So much for the invincible Lycan,” he sneered. “A little black magic and you’re crawling like a wounded dog.” “Uncle, stop!” Lunessa shouted, voice laced with panic. “If you come any closer, I’ll unwrap the second relic,” he warned.