Divinity: Original Sin 2 Black Cat Novels & Stories

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.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

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.

Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart. “What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned. Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?” “No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle. “Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat. “W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.

Black replied. Blue’s eyes sparkled. He smiled. “Really? Can I kick Katleya now? She’s so annoying.” “Shh. Not now. We’re in church,” Black whispered. Blue adjusted his posture and faced the altar. Since he couldn’t stay still, he glanced at Katleya, who was smiling. Sneakily, he reached his hand behind Black’s back to pinch her. Without hesitation, he pinched her hard. “Ouch,” Black cried out.

The metallic silver of his eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a bottomless, blinding white light that looked entirely demonic. "A biological anomaly," Richard whispered, his voice dropping into a register so deep it didn't even sound human. It was the voice of the apex predator, the executioner of the Blackwood lineage. He slid his hand down from my wrists, his heavy palm resting flat over my lower abdomen, pressing down into the wet fabric of my dress. "A secondary bloodline." My heart stopped beating. The world froze.

"He’s a stray cat his Mom dragged in! And he gets twenty percent? And we get nothing?" "Seok-jin, sit down," Baek warned, his voice low, his muscles coiling as he stood up from the chair beside Jun. But Seok-jin was past reasoning. The humiliation was too great. The entitlement was too deep. "Is he fucking you, Min?" Seok-jin sneered, his eyes wild. "Is that it? Is the great Prince of Darkness screwing his little step-brother? Is that how he paid for his shares? On his knees?"

She was always the useful pawn I manipulated from the shadows. And now the whole game was teetering on the edge of collapse. I can’t get caught, especially not now. Dominic Blackwood. The very name made my jaw tighten. The man was dangerous. Ruthless. Respected by the entire valley and its Alphas—not just because of his strength, but because of his damned sense of honor and loyalty. He would come for his mate. He would not stop. I had seen it in his eyes during the last council meeting, when he barely contained his fury.