War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

Hearing this voice, the enraged Grand Patriarchs were momentarily stunned. James whispered, “Who’s this now?” “The Core God, the Tool God, and the Daemon,” Dark Thea sneered. “These three old stubborn ones are never-ending. Seems like if I don’t fight them, they’ll think I’m scared.” She stood up and looked at Yegor and Lady Herodias. “I came here for a wedding toast and to visit your Telhervo Holy Site, but I didn’t expect a bunch of old stubborn ones to want to eliminate me.

Quipping spatial detection, it comes like an infrared vision, outlining inky black twisted bodes and harsh evil whisperings. Darklings are incorrigible beings with no ability to learn speech, but over time dwelling in the land of the living, they’ve formed a distinct language of their own. “What is it? You look scary all of a sudden” Ashton joins me mid-air and without taking my eyes off the shimmering river alight by the light of the crescent moon, I answer in a grave voice, “Those Rejects are attempting to cross beneath the river and into our territory. Prepare to annihilate them”.

A cool, smooth voice drawled, "Awake at last." Dominick's head jerked up, and he fixed his gaze on the person in front of him. Eryndor. The warlock's aura exuded might and hatred, and his presence was oppressive. His eyes blazed with an eerie brilliance, and his dark clothes flowed like liquid shadow.

The name struck me like a blow to the stomach. The Darkened were myths—rumors of a cadre of ancient fighters, once exiled from the realm, who practiced dark sorcery and flourished in disorder. It was claimed that they were the overlooked warriors of a conflict that had faded into history. Nobody understood their genuine desires, yet the tales were sufficient to instill fear in any rational individual. "You should never have crossed us, Kael," a voice echoed, smooth and eerie. It originated from one of the forms—a towering, authoritative figure who advanced, his visage concealed by a mask of solid obsidian. "The cost of betrayal is high."

The rebels stopped in disbelief, their eyes wide as a wave of dark wolves materialized, their shapes twisting and flickering, strange and menacing. With a nasty and triumphant laugh, Damon's voice was heard. "Did you believe that you could beat me so easily?" His words reverberated over the battlefield. "I'm going to crush you all!" After exchanging glances, Aiden and Iris realized that this was far from finished. It was only getting started. With his muscles tensing as he faced the dark wolves, Aiden mumbled, "I don't like the look of that." "They are unlike any battle we have ever engaged in."

“Fuck. I should’ve known. I saw the signs but ignored them. So what happened, huh? You didn’t kill them all? Did you get some nerve, kill your own kind, come back, and lie to us? What the fuck did you guys do?! What the hell happened in that war?!” Then a soft voice came from within the shadows of the forest. “I killed them.” Damaris froze, so did the others. The voice… familiar. One he never dreamed of hearing again. Then, ever so slowly, he turned his head toward the dark woods where gentle footsteps echoed. A pair of silver eyes pierced through the darkness. Slowly, she stepped into the light, her face finally revealed. Damaris went pale, muttering, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The figure stared at him for a long moment before answering, his voice heavy and echoing across the entire dimension. “I am Kavros, one of the Seven Arks of War, the spirits who taught the First War God to extinguish his wrath before conquering the world.” He paused, then added coldly, “And you are a student unworthy of the title.” His eyes glowed red behind the mask. Rayden narrowed his gaze. “I didn’t come here to be anyone’s student.” Kavros chuckled softly, his voice like steel dragged across stone.

But as they pressed onward, a voice echoed through the darkness, sending a chill down their spines. "Welcome, travelers," the voice intoned, its tone dripping with malevolence. "You have come far, but your journey ends here." Sarah's grip tightened on her weapon, her heart pounding in her chest. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice quivering with defiance. The voice chuckled darkly, sending shivers down their spines. "I am the guardian of this realm," it replied, its words echoing ominously in the void. "And you trespass on sacred ground."

Axel stepped forward, his leather jacket still damp from the rain. “You’ve crossed into Moon Rider territory,” Axel growled, voice edged with authority. “Name yourself before I end your stride here.” The stranger’s lips twitched into half a smile, and his voice when it came was smooth, deep, carrying the weight of centuries. “I am Malrik Draikos. I come not as a foe… but as one who answers to a call older than your borders.” The wolves bristled and a few shifted partially, claws lengthening, eyes burning silver. But Axel’s gaze hardened and he took a single step closer, towering, his dominance saturating the air.

Chassy's voice echoed in Silas's mind, the gravity of the moment etched in her telepathic communication. The elder vampire, confident in his dominion over the supernatural forces, began to weave an intricate dance of dark energy. Shadows coalesced around him, forming a shield that deflected the attacks of the Lycan warriors and the vampires under his command. His laughter echoed across the battleground, a sinister symphony that resonated with the night.