War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

He was ready to kill and would if they didn't obey his command. "DO AS HE SAYS!" Gregory growled towards his hidden comrades, the need to live evident in his words. "THREE!!!" Michael bellowed. As he lifted the knife ready to slice Gregory's throat three men fully dressed in camo and carrying guns emerged from the woods on the far end of the property. "Drop your weapons." Gregory ordered them voice trembling. Looking at one another the men slowly lowered their weapons as their leader commanded. Once they were on the ground they stood hands in the air.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

she declared, her voice carrying a fiery conviction that inspired those who fought alongside them. Liam's eyes burned with intensity as he parried an enemy's attack, his voice laced with resoluteness. "We fight not only for ourselves but for all those who have suffered at your hands. Your reign of darkness ends today!" he shouted, his voice filled with a mix of defiance and righteous anger. Their adversaries, driven by their own twisted motives, fought with a relentless fervor, seeking to silence the voices of truth. The battle raged on, each clash of weapons and surge of power mirroring the internal struggle between good and evil.

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

he said simply, running his finger from her lips down her neck and stopping just above her shirt line. “Tell me, how do you know where I belong?” Yada sounded curious. “Because I am the one who knows of your world,” he whispered just behind her ear. Yada closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. It was true, she had never felt that she belonged in this world. She had always known nightmares of dark beings, men who were wolves, and wolves who were men. Yada slowly opened her eyes. “You have my interest. But if for one moment I feel you are lying to me, I will kill you.”

It felt familiar, but Morana didn't like that voice, it made her angry. And Morana couldn't understand why she had this feeling. Slowly, after much effort, Morana opened her eyes, but then closed them again as a bright, blinding light pierced her unfamiliar eyes. Morana's last effort was to raise her hand and block the light with her arm. But someone held her hand to stay next to her body. "Don't move too much just yet." It was the voice again and this time it was speaking to Morana. His cold and monotonous tone reminded him of someone.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to