War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

However, the true terror lay with the Green Dragon Warriors' four Guardians, each a general-level colossus, and the Draconian Order's master was none other than a God of War! In their shadow, even the homegrown factions of Westernia tread carefully, let alone challenge the Green Dragon Warriors. So why had that fearsome group descended upon Rasford City, materializing out of nowhere? As panic set in, a chilling voice cut through the fear, "One last time, drop your weapons and surrender if you value your lives!" That snapped Alpha and his companions out of their daze. As they came to, they spotted a dark silhouette stepping out from the shadows. Liam emerged, his hand gripping a dagger, his p

Meanwhile, Brenda saw her father return to human form and was completely covered in blood and she was worried because she knew who her father really was, a man obsessed with power and seeking revenge. “Daddy, are you okay?” — Why do you ask, Brenda? “It doesn’t seem like anything to worry me, I’d like to know if you went after Delmom? "Forget about him, now let's get together with our pack to take our place by expelling the caolins! "Dad, forget about it, let's live in peace and well with everyone, after all we are all werewolves. "Brenda, pay close attention! No one makes me look like an idiot, much less fools me, you know?

he says, voice smooth but commanding, “let me introduce Daemon, Prince of the Bears, and his unit: Beta George, Gamma Philippe, and Delta Alistair.” Daemon turns. His eyes are ice-blue, and his handshake could probably crush steel. Tobias continues the introductions. “Daemon, this is future Alpha Lincoln Grey of Shadow Pack, future Alpha Xander Blackwood of Blood Moon, future Alpha Sebastian Blackwood of Silver Dawn, future Alpha Brant Anderson of Night Howlers, and their units.” We all shake hands as everyone introduces themselves. As drinks are poured and people start to relax, the room softens. Sam and Jackson end up deep in conversation with George about Northern border politics, while I

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

Author's POV Rudra gulped down the glass of whisky and took a deep breath. "Fati padi hai, Bhai..." (I am scared to the shit, bro) He rubbed his face. "How am I supposed to hear that horror without bursting out in anger or tears?... I was avoiding this conversation till now. Damon gulped as he himself was feeling his throat pounding in his throat. "We have to do it!" Rudra grabbed the glass again but Damon snatched it from him.

Keith demanded, his voice steady and fierce as he faced down the twisted, dark version of me. The dark rider laughed, a cold, hollow sound that echoed across the frozen battlefield. “You will fail where her mates have already failed,” it sneered, a thunderous voice rolling through the air like an ominous storm. “I will rule this world, and I choose the vessel I want. This is my home now.”

“Nobody named Wolvire here. Please, go away! You got misinformation!” A deep voice chuckled. “Is that so, Mrs. Maya Dwipatra? I'm sure you understand what I mean by this wolvire.” Nadira couldn't see who was talking, because their faces were all covered with masks. But her mother suddenly turned her gaze to someone who was right in front of her. “You!” spat out Mrs. Maya, her tone between shock and anger. The man with the deep voice laughed sarcastically. “Yes, me. I'm sorry I have to do this, Maya. What can we do about it? After all, this is my job.”