War Darksiders Voice Novels & Stories

It's really good! Her way of speaking made all of them move backward. Their face also grimacing after hearing her words. ??? - My name is Darkness! Also an adventurer. Pleased to meet you all! Then my purpose of wanting to meet you is because I want to enter your party! My class is a Crusader and I act as a Vanguard. And I have a very high defense parameter, so don't hesitate to use me as a meat shield! If anything DO use me as a meat shield to your heart content! So please let me join your party!

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

"A dark star born in the evening twilight. A fine name for a void-dragon." "It suits him perfectly," Clara agreed softly, leaning her cheek against Dominic’s broad shoulder as she stroked Vesper's small violet scales. The heavy star-iron doors of the command bridge hissed open. Stepping onto the bridge platform were the high commanders of the Midnight Empire: Marcus, Commander Valerie, High Warlord Xhen, Elder Ruo, and Lord Varos of the Trench Keepers. Following behind them were Alpha Vance and Alpha Torak, representing the Fifty Packs of the surface world.

Hours later, near the border pits of the lower eastern district, Vane steps into a dimly lit, shadow-draped tavern where three high-tier wolves sit in silence at a corner table. Tavian Blackridge—a massive, broad-shouldered shadow-wolf whose sheer physical size intimidates even veteran enforcers—looks up from his iron tankard, his dark eyes instantly locking onto Vane. Beside him sits Solomon Veyne, the lean, silver-throated battle-bard whose sonic magic had been silenced by Cassiel’s greed, and Seraphine Crowmoor, the lethal female commander who had been framed by Darius to clear a path for his mistress.

A low chuckle in the surrounding darkness forced all of them to turn and react accordingly, shifting into defensive positions as the hell hounds and direwolves at their side snarled menacingly into the darkness. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A Daemon Lord , a half breed and a bunch of flea bitten shifters," a voice purred from the shadows, "It almost sounds like the start of a bad joke." "Who's there?!" the specialist demanded furiously, "Show yourself!" Manic laughter replied before the silken voice answered. "You know who we are and as for showing ourselves," the voice paused sinisterly as the four figures materialized amidst a cloud of black smoke, "that would be our pleasure."

Author’s POV. In the dim, oppressive air of the dark den, the Dark Alpha’s voice echoed with a chilling resonance. "Damon, your army is useless. It didn’t help me terrorize Alpha Zander Blake,” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. Damon stood amidst the flickering light of a ritual circle, the golden trident in his grasp glowing faintly. He had been channeling its ancient power, weaving warlock incantations to strengthen himself for the inevitable day of destruction. The interruption was unwelcome, his irritation evident in the way his shoulders tensed.

I added. His laughter erupted and echoed eerily around the dark place. "I'm Lord Dorchadas Vista, King of the Darkess." He answered with pride. "What do you need from me?" I asked straightforwardly. "I don't know, really." He said as his pupils turns to slit as he squinted his eyes to look at me. "Why don't you show me what I would need from you? Perhaps your power?" "Didn't you saw me emit fire earlier to toast those pillies?"

The Rank 6 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman pursed his lips in anger when he heard Lucas’ words. "Attack!" Following the Rank 6 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman's command, thousands of Dark Race members started to launch an attack on the Apocalyptic Legion.

Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner. Daniel jerked his head up, he narrowed his eyes on his nemesis, Adrian. “Yes.” he stood up, “and if I were you I'd watch my ass now that I know the girls are together and here. Once Samantha comes to Abey in her dreams, I can take them to my world.” he hissed.

I would question if this was a trick but the voice is just as raspy as ours and it sounds vaguely familiar. “No, elves. Are you a werewolf?” “Yes. Do you know what they want with us?” “They want to kill us.” Another voice says. “No, they want to learn how to kill us. They don’t know how yet.” Yhendorn says. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this?” The woman says, and I hear her begin to cry. The sounds of her crying blend in with the sounds of countless others that are here crying.