Croods Voices Novels & Stories

the voice sounds like a nice lady's own. "Sounds because he had our voices and we could just be the right people to fall victims to his tricks. "He is bleeding, everyone!" It is getting dark!

The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!” The voices then reverted back to an old woman’s and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Wendy Wayne, let nothing but joy linger around her, in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit up to the sky and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody centipede crawled out and I smashed the insect with my feet. Wendy is lying on the ground unconscious, I come to her and she’s still breathing so I lift her up and a portal appears behind me

It’s a torn metal sound that makes the roaches in the corners re-think their life choices. He crawls toward me between waves, eyes too wide, sweat plastering hair to his forehead. “Holl,” he says, voice flipping between man and monster. “Holl, you did this. You left. You—” The rest of the sentence drowns in a growl that doesn’t belong to him. He jerks back, panting. His pupils have eaten the brown.

He stutters, wiping the tiny tear that cascades down his cheek. “I...pumpkin...I...am...so sorry.” He cries harder Pumpkin. Pumpkin. The picture falls from my hand to the ground... Christian Crofus. Memories flash before my eyes... “She's been whining for her Dada, Chris come attend to your baby.” A woman's voice calls

His arm twitched and blood flow stagnated. However just when the glassy sky road lost its glimmer, the imprint of two feet manifested. The footprints shone cutting through the darkness like the last glimmer of hope. The ghostly footprints inched closer and stood right in front of him. Creed's eyes still showed no sign of movement. Regardless, a friendly husky voice echoed through the entire path. "I see you're in a clutch again… " Hearing the voice, Creed pupils jittered a bit. "Dad!"

He looked at him and said to Oswald, Sir, the place for the engagement is ready for viewing? Oswald was still looking on the ground where he had removed the ear ring. Rod realized that his had fallen on deaf ears. He sighed and thought, Mr. Crofts have been acting weird these days. Why is he always thinking about something and unaware of his surroundings? He cleared his throat and called him once again this time louder, Mr. Crofts! Oswald glared at him and shouted at him, Why are you shouting my name? Do you want to block my ears? Why are you shouting at me?

I dial the number, simultaneously clicking on my emails. “Lorcan Adamson.” The voice that answers is so deep and gravelly, I drop my mouse in surprise. Surely that’s not a real voice. It sounds made up. “Hello?” he says again, and I stifle a giggle. This guy has a film-trailer voice. It’s that deep-down rumbly, subwoofer voice you hear as you’re scarfing down popcorn, waiting for your movie to begin. We thought the world was safe. We thought the universe was ours. Till THEY came.

And then someone picked up Matthew’s call. It wasn’t one of his councilors. A deep voice rolled out of the phone’s speakers, overcoming their cheap tinny sound with a power that reverberated through the barn, ricocheting off of every surface. The voice spoke in a language I’d never heard before, guttural consonants and sharp, extended vowels weaving an incantation with an otherworldly, overwhelming texture. Dor. That was Dor’s voice.

The cold voice echoed throughout the place, taking everyone by surprise. Horror washed over everyone. They subconsciously looked around to find the owner of the voice. Even those who fancied themselves as brave couldn’t stop the deep chill that struck them, as they couldn’t find the one who spoke despite looking around. Carol herself was startled to hear the voice. She covered her face and murmured, “I’m sorry to trouble you, Lion King.” “This man has insulted us, the Briewood gang, and looked down on us.”

*grunts* *groans* *screams* His ears perk up hearing heavy voices coming from the end of the corridor. Theodore frowned at Vishv who ignored his confused look and headed ahead. With each step, the voices got clear to him. Heavy groans, screams, grunts, and punches excite him. The sudden brightness caused his eyes to close for a couple of seconds.