Darksiders Uriel Novels & Stories

His body tensed, muscles coiling. "They're looking for you," he said, his voice dropping to a growl. "I know." Fear spiked through me. "Damon sent them." "He rejected you," Uriel said slowly. "Yet he still sends warriors to hunt you down?" "I'm still his responsibility, his property." When I said that immediately Uriel's expression turned murderous. "You," he said softly and dangerously at the same time, "belong to no one but yourself." The voices got louder. I could hear branches snapping, familiar scents in the wind.

Lily thought, amazed. “You can call me Cro and I’m not just any demon but a duke of hell. Welcome to the Aequivalere headquarters hybrid,” he said with a smooth, calm voice that had an Australian or maybe British accent to it. For some reason, his voice made Lily think of the sound of a waterfall. The queen nodded, then turned to the darker man. He took a step forward to stand to the vampire’s left and Lily felt a little nervous. If the surfer boy was a demon, what was this guy... Satan himself? “This is Uriel, he’s an angel,” the queen stated.

Both of them are faintly glowing on his skin. My stomach drops. Mina's words echo in my head: 'The ones under compulsion bear two sigils.' Uriel gasps for breath, his gaze unfocused, and then his lips move. "I can't...I won't." His eyes roll back, and his body goes limp. "What?" I choke out, shaking him. "Uriel!" But he's out cold. Rhydar pulls me back, his chest heaving. His eyes are burning into mine, stormy and unreadable.

I held up my hand for Isabella. "I understand what you think would be best, but I can assure you that I have this under control. See to it that Elliana doesn't get out of her room and that no one ever mentions her presence to anyone. Do I make myself clear?" It was cold water being dumped over my back. A few hundred years ago, when humans had tried to exterminate dragons, they had elite warriors on their side. Draco Venandi. They were exceptional in almost any way imaginable. Of course, they had to be, if they were able to fell so many of my kin all those years ago. But having them at my gate was not a good thing. Masking my face, I nodded towards Isabella and walked to the front door. Her f

She closed her eyes and murmured words in Old Nordmarian. Moments later, the woman opened her eyes and looked at Ayla. “Ayla, you need to find Uzriel. The Seven Undead Brothers are getting closer to finding him with each passing day. Without Uzriel, the Avatar of Inoss can’t defeat the Darkness, and all hope will be lost.” Ayla frowned. “I do not know who the Avatar of Inoss or Uzriel are. I do not even know who you are.”

I replied. Hugo leaned forward from his seat and continued the tale saying, "She wasn't trapped, little miss. She chose to stay there. You see, the dimension where all the entities were bound is called Tartarus. It is the deepest section of the underworld which harboured all the darkness and evil of the world; some birthed by Tartarus itself, some children of dark primordial beings such as Khaos, Nyx, and Erebos. Among these children are the triad of death namely Moros, daemon of doom; Ker, bringer of violent death; and Thanatos, spirit of gentle passing. Their presence combined gave birth to a condition of aspiration and desire to live; hence, the existence of Elpis, spirit of hope. Elpis s

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

Adam quickly put on a pair of shorts, which seemed to be just laying around, and went to stand beside Drago. “We have the ability to cloak our appearances,” he explained, “And when father wanted someone to guard you, we decided I was the best one for the job, because I am not a doctor. Dad and Marcu seemed to think you would feel more comfortable around a pot-bellied surfer, so that is how I appeared before you,” He smiled, as if his explanation was completely ordinary. “W,wait,you guys are all brothers??” Madchen gestured to the other men, including Drago.

“I underestimated her. Thought loyalty could be bought. But she played the long game. Used me. Used Blackwood. Used all of us.” He looked up, eyes sharp again. “I want her back. Alive. So I can end her myself.” Dre snorted. “And why would we help you?” Salvador smiled, cold, calculating. “Because if you help me get her, I give you freedom. Both of you. No more debts. No more favors owed. No more looking over your shoulders for my shadows. You walk clean. Forever.” I didn’t respond right away. He leaned forward. “Think about it. Your sister, Reina, her treatments cost money. Real money. The kind that doesn’t run out when insurance caps. Help me, and I will fund it all. No strings.”

Their Reikis erupted—all of them were Scion rank one patriarchs! The Danmarch and Nistral patriarchs were even gloating at Udal. "Oh, you were still alive, fossil?" "How about a few punches, just for old time's sake? Show me if your bones are tough enough!" However, Udal wasn't backing down as he smirked. "Well, if y'all aren't afraid to die, I don't mind playing with you. Even if I fail to kill every last one of you, I will make sure you will be crippled for life! Just try me!"