Darksiders Novelas e Histórias

Utmost lividity was evident in his dark sea-green eyes at the mention of the man's name. Ren Lancaster is now the one who holds Frostville, a kingdom at the south near the werewolves' kingdom. After raising rebellion and killing the king, he proclaimed himself as the new king. At that time, David was there and he protected the princess he was fond of. But with Ren's dark magic, the people in Frostville were no match to him.

"First I thought of taking revenge by killing you but you stole my heart... You are too good for him and will be a waste if I kill you. " "Why are you against Vlad? " I asked. "He killed my brother. " He answered. "You guys are no saints." I said and he nodded. "I agree but that doesn't mean I'll let it slide. " He replied. "Are you with Marinos?! " I asked. "No! They don't own us... Marino's don't control Northeastern side of country. We have our own gang." What is this, why do I always get stuck in their fucked up shit.

“No. It’s a warning.” Before I could ask what he meant, the scraping sound came again. Louder. Something moved in the dark beyond the pillars. Revan pulled me behind him. Jordan lifted his sword. Then the shadows split. Figures emerged—six of them, maybe more. All wore black armor that shimmered faintly. Their eyes glowed blue, not red. Jordan whispered, “Not Darkborn.” Revan’s face hardened. “No. Council hunters.” The lead figure stepped forward. “By order of the Council, surrender the girl.”

They obey without hesitation, standing shoulder to shoulder against the chaos. Marlik appears above the battlefield, standing on a dark, floating disk made of dark stone. His black cloak spreads around him like wings, and shadow tendrils snake through the air. Without warning, members of the Dark Council teleport onto the field through swirling black portals. They attack from every direction, targeting the pack warriors with deadly magic and weapons. Wherever they land, the ground burns and bleeds. Sylas’s wolves, now overwhelmed and confused, begin attacking everyone—even themselves. They are no longer controlled because madness has taken over them.

I could feel their malevolent presence following close behind, determined to capture us. I knew I had to think fast. If they caught up to us, we'd be in deep trouble. I shouldn't have underestimated Sadie's abilities to track me down. Sadie Davis is one of the Sinaloa Cartel's Caporegimes, and she's been after me since the day I shut down their client's business. Well, we have our own client too, and they paid us good money, so we did our job of shutting down their competition. It's easy for me. Killing people is as simple as blinking my eyes.

Sable's eyes narrowed with determination as she recognized the source of this sinister presence: Zephyr, the ancient sorcerer who had long been rumored to be behind the encroaching darkness. With a fierce yell, Sable rallied her warriors, their spirits reignited by the sight of their leader's unwavering resolve. They fought with renewed vigor, pushing back against the darkness with every ounce of their strength. The clash of weapons and the crackling of magic filled the air as they surged forward, determined to break through. Jericho's blades moved in a blur, slicing through shadowy figures with precision. Torin's magic intensified, creating fierce gusts of wind that ripped through the darkn

Unexpectedly, Biskeland countered with a high-stakes move, sending a top commander and a squad to launch a surprise attack on the Dark Web's lair, decimating it completely. In the ensuing clash, the Dark Web's elite force of over a thousand assassins was wiped out, leaving barely a hundred alive. Raymond, the formidable three-star God of War and head of the Dark Web, stood no chance against the Biskeland commander. He was taken down in an instant, without even a moment to retaliate.

Why me? He is a man of darkness, there are no feelings in his world, no will, no consent, no love, no respect and no kindness. He would use me, ruin me the way he wants, play with me as he desires and I can't do anything. I can't do anything at all. Once he is done with me then he will discard me like trash. I can't be saved from his wicked tortures and games. He is a psycho and everyone knows that. My world shattered!

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

Jake replied with a sheepish grin. “See?” Daniel gave him a cocky grin. “ This is why you should calm down. Your blood is just boiling for nothing.” “Buzz off.” Jake frowned, pushing his friend slightly. They faced the screen and resumed their game. “ Alright. If you have the guts,don't use Shao Khan..or Goro.” “Alright then.” Daniel laughed. He selected Sub zero while Jake chose Scorpion. “Perfect.” Jake smiled evilly. “Let the real game begin.”