Darksiders Uriel Novels & Stories

I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning. Eren puts on his matte black integral helmet and springs one leg to the other side of his seat to sit on it. I admire him as he starts the mammoth machine, revving it a few times till it backfires a blue smoky light, causing a fractious pulsating sound. I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster.

The two bloodsuckers Mikali was holding at gunpoint in a dark cavern looked exactly like what Jo had been imagining when she’d picked out two potential snitches in her mind. Both of them were groveling on the ground, sweat pouring from their undead foreheads as they pleaded with the Guardian to let them go. Mikali was glaring at them, standing at his full height, which had to be at least six three since he towered over Jo, alternating the target at the end of his Beretta from one sniveling bastard to the other.

The room was silent, the air heavy with anticipation. "They were wrong," he continued, his voice cold as steel. "They have awakened a beast that will not rest until they have paid the price for their treachery." His words hung in the air, a chilling promise of vengeance. I shuddered as I watched the transformation in him, from the wounded man I had tended to, to the ruthless leader of an underworld empire. "We will hunt them down, one by one," he declared. "No stone will be left unturned, no corner of this city will be safe for them. They will know the meaning of fear."

It feels like faith is telling him that he doesn’t deserve the title or any privilege of being a werewolf Lich trembled in anger when he witnessed the bloody girl with her one-sided fight. What will he do to stop the rampaging girl? What CAN he do to stop her from killing his men? It takes hundreds of years to gather this many souls, he can’t just let a little girl destroy his creation The scream of the eagle echoed in the entire place when Jeniel finally decided that she will just break out through force and nothing else Finally noticing the other being, Lich ordered his man to cut the eagles’ wing and the undead heed. The scream became louder and Ren can’t hold himself back anymore “big si

The wrongness. With Shifters, we’re one with our spirit animals, but the Wyres are cursed. Their spirits had been mutilated, twisted into a completely different being—a being that mirrors the ruthlessness and darkness of their souls. The first Wyre had been a monstrous man, a killer who had no qualms about taking what wasn’t his. He insulted a witch, forcing his pack to live the rest of their existence separated from their spirits. Two minds, one body. It would make anyone go mad.

"Emma didn't tell me anything, and I haven't even seen her this morning." I smacked his arm and he grumbled. We were trying to stifle our laughter when the leader of the Glaze troop arrived, Chaz Egerton. My father was the overall leader of Glaze while Chaz was the commander of the Hunters. Glaze is a clan or family that has for decades eradicated dark witches who try to cause chaos, spread disease, terror, and so on. Glaze consists not only of hunters, but also healers and people who are committed to fighting magical practices. The Hunters numbered forty-one including Chaz and were divided into eight squads with a commander in each squad. We lined up according to our respective squads with

descended an even larger shadow-a cloaked figure never seen before, grinning with two faces. Valtorius stiffened. "No... they called the Umbral Arbiter. This is... worse than I thought." And as the shadows swallowed the light again, Raven stared at her new enemy-with a gaze that was no longer fearful, but... lit with a determination she had never felt before. The hallway was now filled with colliding energies. Light and darkness competed for space, creating small explosions and invisible vortices that made the air heavy to breathe. Raven stood at the centre of it, her body emitting a purple light that now glowed darkly.

Rafael chuckled darkly. "Ethics?" "Yes, ethics!" She answered back. "Make me believe that she deserves to die or else I am out of this!" She held the gun in front of him and released it from her hold. Rafael grabbed it before it could fall on the ground. "Do we need to kill the humanity in you before you kill her " He raised his eyebrows threateningly. Mira smirked. "You are underestimating me if you think I don't have darkness in me! Ask your brother, he knows it better!"

But I'm not sure Daniel fully got it. "Have you ever seen anything like it?" Raphael reached out to touch my face, and I smacked his brown hand away from me. At least I wasn't burning anymore, but I didn't like what had become of me either. I cupped my crotch with my hands, marveling at how human my skin looked. Save for the lines of glimmering sin on me like swirling tattoos, I was almost back to how I'd looked pre-Fall. Raphael reached forward again, and I snapped my fangs at him. "What do you make of this, brother?" "Zaqiel had always been a special case, even when he was still in his original position," Uriel hummed, wrapped up in a white tunic and toga that made his dark-skin glow. "Per

Uriel had been caged inside me for so long that the moment he was unleashed, he lunged into battle with a savage hunger, his fangs eager to tear through flesh. Uriel thrived on bloodshed. He was a force of destruction, moving like a streak of silver through the enemy ranks, his attacks swift and merciless. The scent of blood and the agonized cries of his victims only fueled his bloodlust. He sank his teeth into their throats, draining their life essence before moving on to the next. By the time the battle ended, the once-pristine snow was stained crimson. Satisfied, Uriel ran his tongue over the blood-soaked ground, reveling in the carnage. Rose, now back in her human form, rushed toward Uri