War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

"If it means protecting them, then yes. I choose her. I choose our child. I choose love over your war." Silence fell for a heartbeat, as if the world itself stopped to listen. Then Charlie's lips curled into a slow, cruel grin. "So be it," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "If you will betray your own blood, then you will fall with them. The war will begin, and when it does, there will be no mercy for you... or for her." Natalie gripped Charles' arm tighter. "Charles-" But before she could finish, the sky darkened even more, and a sudden blast of cold wind ripped through the clearing. Dozens of shadowy figures appeared behind Charlie-vampire warriors, their eyes glowing like embers, th

[Parris–about 30 minutes ago] “So this is the wolf causing all the commotion,” Commander Sterling stood tall in his black fatigues, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow to show arms laced with deep scars. “What did you say his name was?” “Daniels,” the Brotherhood soldier reported, using the identity we had crafted back at the base with Calyx in case it came to this. “Marcus Daniels. Third Division. Level 2 Gamma. Trained in the special forces in Moon River City.”

Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just pups.But he doesn’t seem to remember that.But I will always do.

I tapped the Nexus comms on my wrist. "Override code: Kingmaker," I whispered. The station lights died. The hum of the Nullifiers' weapons turned into a dying whine. "Power’s out!" "He’s in the dark!" I was. And I loved it. I moved. I wasn't Ethan Brooks, the CEO. I was the wolf.

Not just unlit—a thick, velvety black that seemed to swallow the light from the hallway. A voice came from within, flat and disembodied. “Say what you’re here for and stop wasting my time.” I blinked, trying to peer inside. “Can I, uh, come in? Or do you want to come out?” “No.” Alright then. “Fine. I just wanted to talk. We’re teammates. Figured we should know each other. I’m Bryan. I like fire, bad music, and eating. Your turn.” A beat of silence. Then, from the darkness, “I’m the Shadowalker. I tolerate existence. Your turn is over.”

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

Laughing aloud, a smug smile appeared on Ryder’s face as he scoffed, “Impressive, Darkwind…! To think you’d still be able to regulate your essential qi after being hit by my powerful attack!” After all that noise, Marcel and the professor came running out… and upon seeing how horribly beaten up the two were, they both yelled, “M-Mr. Darkwind…! Mr. Moldell!” “Don’t…! Stay inside…!” retorted Darkwind as he coughed even more blood out.

a voice said. Even while listening, Dark could not tear his eyes away from the monitor. He watched the two boys hug, the little girl wrap her arms around one of them and plant a kiss on his cheek. Something fierce and feral woke inside him. “I’ll be there,” Dark said, flat. He ended the call and stood, fists clenching. “Assemble heavy weapons. Bring the big guns and blades. We’re going out. Those bulldogs are going to say goodbye to their lives,” he ordered, voice hard as steel.

"A Dark Lord from the Western factions intervened? Those Dark Lords are at least a martial god-tier powerhouse. Reginald just endured an epic battle here in Holtrien. To be attacked by such a figure the moment he left the continent… the situation is grim." The faces of the department heads turned solemn. Nigel gritted his teeth. "Patriarch Donovan, which Dark Lord was it?" Donovan replied coldly, "The Gray Wolf, Kaelen Soros." Kaelan was the Dark Lord of the Western Werewolf Clan, one of the three major races in the Western dark factions. He held peak martial god strength, and "Gray Wolf" was his personal title. Additionally, Western Dark Lords generally held a natural physical advantage ove

The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere. The Black Wolf was satisfied with the forest's silence and walked past the Red Wolf. “Do you want to fight Ezra alone?” The red-haired wolf timidly asked her leader, she knew that when she asked the word, she would receive the leader's punishment, but her loyalty allowed her to do it. “Are you doubting my ability to fight?” The voice was filled with sternness, a sentence that made the listener shudder involuntarily. It does not allow anyone to infringe on the authority and to fight power of the voice master.