Divinity: Original Sin 2 Black Cat Novels & Stories

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Hunter said quietly, “because for the first time in such a long and bleak life I have a real friend whom I don’t want to lose. After standing like that for a little while, Black began to quickly get ready. To begin with, he changed into all black: a T-shirt, jeans, army boots with metal inserts on the toes, leather fingerless gloves, a bandana on his head. In the dark, it would be difficult to see even a creature with such incredible vision as wolves. Quickly making a temporary shoulder sheath for blades from improvised means, John placed them behind his back and only after that he left the house. Climbing into his Mercedes, Black, in anticipation of the imminent battle, started the car engi

Growled and walked out. “Jeremy!!” Black yelled his eyes were dark and intimidating.then he continued “you need a park to fight DEATH, you can’t be with your mate in the grave” Blacks words sank in Jeremys mind. “DEATH might have lost some of his power but he is very capable of killing a Lycan'' Jeremy exhaled trying to calm his beast but it was rage like wildfire,his eyes were burning and his heart rumbling. “You want her alive don’t you?” Black asked.

He started at Evil Moon ferociously with his scarlet eyes, trying to protect his food. Evil Moon instantly bent over and jumped up. Being in a state of shock, she shouted angrily, "Damn it, this black dog has no conscience and isn't righteous enough. He has been so fierce and malicious since he grew out three heads. Aren't we brothers? Can we still play together?" "Woo..." The middle head of Blackie immediately showed apology in its eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but the right head still stared at Evil Moon ferociously with scarlet eyes, as if he would bite Evil Moon to death if she dared to approach.

It was instantly broken apart and pushed inward. A black, still wet hand reached in. That was what Alex saw through the light that leaked in through the broken door “D*mn it!” Alex was very shocked. That hand belonged to a skeleton without any flesh and blood. Unlike the previous skeleton king, its bones were black. “Meow!” the white cat cried sternly. Alex instantly threw a punch at the skeleton’s arm. A tremor occurred with a boom. This black skeleton’s defense was not as great as the skeleton king, so its arm was broken apart right away.

I cautioned him, knowing that he was dining with the devil using his shortest spoon; in fact, he was eating right out of the devil's mouth. "He can't kill me if he is already dead, can he?" He asked, and his face spread in a satisfied smirk. "You killed him?" I asked, unsure if he was capable of killing a man like Elder Blackthorn easily. Not even without a single scratch—one would have to be some type of original wolf for that to happen. Elder Blackthorn had dabbled in some black magic, which had corrupted his wolf and made him some sort of soulless monster. One that didn't care how much blood he consumed as he achieved his aim. It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him.

"I'll never let you Sins get your greedy hands on her." "We're greedy for wishing to live?" the sloth snorted. "Lies. You appear as a cabbit, that's the same as my darling brother. Why?" "Another cabbit?" the black beast tilted its head to the side and its ears flopped over. "Who?" The door that had been locked splintered into pieces as Dagon tore it off its hinges. "What's going on?" he demanded his eyes scanning the room. "You!" he roared at the Sin.

"No problem. I wanted to apologize, have I done that before? I am not sure, can't remember. But if I haven't, I am sorry." "For what?" I ask. "For everything. I was so excited to finally meet my mate, I just threw myself at you like a caveman." "I think you already apologized for that." "Then I apologize for breaking in like that and giving you more reasons to fear me." I can't help but smile at him. He is kind of adorable. "You are forgiven." "So, shall we start over? I am Damon Blackwater, Alpha of the Blackwater pack." "I am Catherine. Catherine Thames."

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

Maybe he could slip away and search the rest of the house? A booming voice came from the grand stairs above. "Welcome, gentlemen." Jonathan took shelter behind the men drinking as he studied the man coming down the steps to greet them. "As the Lord of Lust, I welcome you tonight to our satanic feast." The man held a black cat in his arms. The cat's ears were flattened back on its head in fear and fury, but it didn't claw or spit like Jonathan expected it to. The man who held it, the so-called Lord of Lust, had a familiar voice, but one he couldn't place.