Darksiders Novels & Stories

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

I should have known he would not have been this overly welcoming. Alpha Ben rushed to my aid but it was to late. The next thing I knew was just darkness all around me.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

Quipping spatial detection, it comes like an infrared vision, outlining inky black twisted bodes and harsh evil whisperings. Darklings are incorrigible beings with no ability to learn speech, but over time dwelling in the land of the living, they’ve formed a distinct language of their own. “What is it? You look scary all of a sudden” Ashton joins me mid-air and without taking my eyes off the shimmering river alight by the light of the crescent moon, I answer in a grave voice, “Those Rejects are attempting to cross beneath the river and into our territory. Prepare to annihilate them”.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

I ask. “They seemed to be cloaked in darkness, similar to Dylan and Ace’s shadow magic when they do their Shadow Wolf stuff. They stepped out of the darkness, yet it also surrounded and emanate from them. CHills ran down my spine and every instinct in me screamed ‘danger! Rin!’ if that helps,” Amina explains, shaking. I place my hand on her to calm her. From a table nearby, Viktor replies, “They are called Shades…those specifically were some of The Riders. They use dark magics, similar to shadow magic, but more vile.”

he says in Italian, well this is going to be fun to deal with. “Let’s find a place more private for us to talk” I say to Marco, this isn’t going to work here, we need a better place. I’m not proud of things I do, sometimes work takes us to dark places, but sometimes the darkness wins, sometimes it’s even worse than depression, depression comes from within, sometimes, we don’t have any control over it. But tonight I gave in to darkness, tonight I’m the one who went to the dark side, there’s this way to get anyone to talk, whether they want to or not. He spit in my face, he cursed me, he refused to talk, but that only got on my dark side, that got my demons out, that got me thirsty for blood h

She noticed Damon in the car which was coming towards her. Her car suddenly lost the interest and she quickly turned the steering, taking the sharp turn. Damon's car was about to collide with her but he also took the shape turn just like her and their cars rounded each other like fishes of Pisces. Damon cursed when their cars stopped and her jerked out of the door. "Fuck!" He noticed the gypsy which was following her. "Bastards!" He opened his window and continuously shot the engine of the gypsy which caught fire making gypsy flew out of the road with the blast.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."