War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

[Third-Person POV] Somewhere in human territory. As Arielle shared her past grievance with Isabella and the rest of the group, a dark figure with a ghost mask stared out the window facing the Werewolf Empire, or to be more precise, the Dagon Forest, with a gloomy aura. "Dammit! Whoever you are that ruined the formation and killed all my underlings, I will find you to the ends of the earth and make you pay!" the person said in a sinister and deep voice as though it came from a cave.

When he finally spoke, it was with a voice that wasn't his own. "Long has it been since I have had a true voice," the words echoed, caught between two worlds and two tongues. "Alas, it is not as fine as those I took in the past. Such great men and women, I blackened the hearts of! Ah...perhaps sheer grit and brutality will suffice for now." "Who-who are you?" Peters felt for the crude metal cross he wore around his throat, his heart sinking when he realised it wasn't there. 'Blake' chuckled. "Look all you want. It snapped off on deck. Do you think I would follow you when you wear such an insult to my eyes?"

With it being camouflaged with the grey skies, I could just grasp understanding. "What took you so damn long?" A foreign, deep voice asked in an accent I couldn't place. All our heads snapped towards the voice. Doing so, I could see a man with a muscular body standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. The man had a thick comb of midnight-black hair and a noticeable scar across his cheek, making his presence feel dangerous. His eyes were dark in color, and he seemed foxy enough to let people overlook his arrogance. His lips were drawn in a firm line as he slowly looked down at me with a hard glare.

“We are the dark tide that drowns the light. We are the storm that cannot be tamed. We are the reckoning!” The soldiers roared, their fists pounding against their chests, their weapons raised high. Damian raised his arms, silencing them once more. “We fight not for fear of them, but for the truth we know. That no Null Wolf, no alliance, no hollow dreams of unity can stand against us. We are the darkness. And darkness… always prevails.” The crowd erupted, their chants rising like a tidal wave, a symphony of fury and allegiance. Satisfied, Damian stepped back, his smirk returning as he descended the platform.

in a calm voice. The figure's eyes glowed dimly as they laughed. "I am a servant of The Void, sent to reclaim what belongs to us." Damon snarled and stepped defensively in front of me, saying, "You're not welcome here." "You’ve brought the darkness into this world, little wolf. And now, you will surrender to it," the figure said, ignoring him and staring at me. I refused to back down, my wolf snarling in defiance. "I’ll never surrender."

I ask him, my voice as hard as steel, I’m not made of it, but I can sure pretend to be, I can sure be the man they need me to be. “The man are all here and waiting for you” Marco says, no one left, everyone was here with us. “I have to thank you people, for standing with me even in the dark days, for never betraying me, I’d like to thank all of your loyalties. But now we should go and win a war” I say moving out to get in gear, it’s time to call Aneglo.

Before the speaker could even lift his staff, two massive warriors clad in the coal-black armor of the northern vanguard materialized from the shadows of the platform, locking their iron gauntlets around Tahlia’s shoulders and dragging his thrashing frame toward the backstage arches. My inner wolf tilted its head in silent calculation; I hadn't brought a singular blade or guard on this return transit from the Ashgrove Wildlands. A split second later, the heavy scent of burning pine and winter frost flooded my senses as a towering, broad-shouldered warrior cut through the remaining council elders. David Duskbane. His razor-edged, chiseled face carried the cold, lethal gravity of a warlord who

“Melissa gave me power! Real power! Not the weak scraps Aiden tosses to his loyal dogs!” Dark smoke swirled around his hands. His wounds started healing right before our eyes. The bent arm snapped back into place. The gash across his chest closed. “I am more than a traitor,” Marcus said. “I am a dark warlock now. A servant of the new goddess. And you are all insects beneath my feet!” He raised his hands and dark lightning crackled between his fingers. “Now die!” he screamed. The lightning shot toward me and Aiden. But just before it hit, a small voice rang out across the clearing.

the receptionist lady smiled. Rina never called anyone about the blackout, her bad omen came out to be true. Her body trembles once she knows that the men outside are not the electrician, they’re mercenaries that were sent to kill her and Eka possibly. Either that or abducted her, it’s unclear what their objectives are since she remembered clearly that she was harassed badly by her kidnappers.

Dimian Tekren, commander of the Rocheveron Army. He approached the man who stood shaking before him but still had enough courage to keep his eyes on Ryder’s, but it was more out of rooted fear than it was of courage; the man was too shaken to move. And seriously anyone would be if you saw a person approaching you with black balls for eyes, smoky mist emanating from it like something burning, the same happened to the rest of his body and his voice was most inhumane. “Dimian.” Ryder called out to him. His voice had changed from what others were used to hearing. It was more hoarse but at the same time, very clear and it sent a lot more than chills through your body.