War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the two heavyweights slowly fell asleep without realizing it. “Boss, I have checked all the goods, very good.” The powerful man standing in the dark quietly smoked a cigarette, each faint ring of smoke made it difficult for others to understand what he was thinking. The old man nodded slightly, threw away the cigarette, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice. The voice was cold as if it had no temperature. "Return."

He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to understand. "Tell me where my son is!" Liv demanded, wanting nothing more than to feel her own teeth sink into his throat. The broken warrior remained silent though he looked up at them. The one blue eye that could see glared at them. Birger kneeled across from Liv and met the glare. "You will die," he said in their tongue, his voice flat and without remorse. "Save yourself from an eternity in Hel and answer the woman. An infant should not suffer for your hate and bad decisions."

He just spoke from the chest, letting the low, gravelly resonance of his voice ride the sub-ether frequency across thousands of miles of devastated earth. "To anyone listening in the dark," Dax began, his voice echoing out into the void. "This is Daximus Steele, President of the Iron Wolves. For a hundred years, you were told the world ended. You were told the Board was your savior, and the walls were your only hope. They lied." Down in the streets, Tank, Reaper, and Sienna were listening to the broadcast over their bike radios, their faces illuminated by the dashboard lights.

The figure raised its hand. Dozens of ancient warriors stepped out of the mist behind him, silent and armored. A voice echoed from all directions. **“I am the Reclamation. And the age of wolves ends now.”**

it's a disaster “I know you are not my son, but I will punish you .” Madly out of his anger, he said to attack Mars, who quickly passed him screaming "Thank God, I am not the son of someone like you. My name is the Alpha Gods of War, so you know that I am ready to wage a war that I will lead against you." Arrogant and arrogant, he said, and when he wanted to punch Darkel again, he crossed him to break his foot from the bottom violently and quickly.

The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word. Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Oh crap, I'm doomed now. "Koniee... Hey! You look so cute today--" I said but I was cut off by his deep baritone voice "Blake Dawson! You little prick! Look! Did you just wet my hair with your drools!" I heard him said, more like a whine. His hands are searching for a towel so I immediately scoot over and hand him one.

My vision blurred with tears and for a minute everything black out with tears and anger, I held on to the wall for support until I heard the next man. "Just buy a new dog and replace it... He won't recognise so many dogs... And keep your mouth shut..." I blinked and let the tears escape. "Monsters!" I rested on the wall weakly. "Are you okay, Ma'am?" My eyes snapped open when I heard someone's voice. The man with black eyes and hair. Average looking with good height. He was dressed like guards. "You are too close to the electronic control panel... It's dangerous!" I looked at the panel and then him. He looked familiar like I saw him somewhere. But it wasn't important, I need to inform Rafael

It was a familiar voice, Sacio. “I don’t know.” Saron looked around. “That may just…he really bothers me.” The pause in the assault ended with a movement from the far rear of the enemy ranks. Some of the werewolves were now armed with crossbows and some of the trolls had long throwing lances. “Get ready!” Termâs called out.