Croods Voices Novels & Stories

I managed to croak, but my voice sounded small and breathless even to my own ears. The soldiers hesitated on the towering brick walls, exchanging glances before the hooded figure at the center leaped down. The ground rumbled with his weight and I careened forward violently, catching myself before I could decorate the concrete with my brains. “Please—” I rasped, but the words scattered in the wind howling between us, making my long red hair fly into my eyes and whip at my neck. “I’m gonna need a name, Riding Hood, or I’ll cut you down where you stand!” The figure barked, but my throat closed up around the words.

The voice said and the whole place vibrated and trembled,little crumbs of stones falling. . "Who the hell are you? I dare you to show yourself" Brock said as he cocked his gun.Others were surprised at his courage. "There is no use showing you my real self because you can't withstand looking at how I am" the voice said calmly this time and they all concluded it was a friendly spirit after all. "Okay fine...what do you want from us?" Nellie asked the strange voice which kept making a funny sounds around the fairly lit place....The voice kept mute for some moments before it spoke again.

He needed that memory powder. “I have found my mate,” Creed growled out to the crowd. “The bond we shared has healed not only my appearance but my voice as well. Are you ready to listen to the silent dragon who stayed hidden in the shadows all these years?” The crowd shuffled their feet. Creed’s voice was that of an alpha, a powerful aura leaked from his body, beckoning them to listen.

An unknown voice declared, which caused cheers to erupt from the crowd. "I do love a good mission." A man in his early twenties spoke. He stood on the outer edge of the gathering. He wore black pants and a black hooded vest, both splattered with blood. He had blonde buzzed hair and a set of peculiar red eyes. "That's because you enjoy playing with your toys, Kroll." A man in the back laughed out loud.

I had to— “Hello there, pretty little thing,” a cold voice crooned. My head snapped toward the sound just in time to see four rogues emerging from behind the trees. Well, shit. Their torn clothes were covered with dirt and blood. Their faces and limbs were scarred or burned. They prowled toward me, their claws coming out. One of them—perhaps their leader—stepped forward, his eyes devouring me from head to toe. “You're just what we needed—a nice bitch to fuck.” His lips stretched and curved, revealing half-rotten teeth. Then he looked at the others. “Ready to have some fun, boys?”

His voice is guttural as he speaks to Jordan who had his focus on…on me. Roach moved to plant himself in front of Jordan. I bet he had no idea the kind of trouble he's purchasing. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't care. Because he's a damn Roach. Cockroach. “You think you’re the king around here, Vex?” His voice turned nasal, obnoxious after having got bi response from Jordan. Jordan still didn’t avert his gaze from me. I hate the twist I get in my stomach whenever he does that. Fortunately, he went down for slow push-ups before Roach.

However, at the exact moment when they were to absorb Windrich Cannon’s as well as Janice Valeria’s dark brown powers, an immensely loud and also deafening laughter began to be audible around them. “They’re mine... They’re entirely mine... Just move away from both of them please...” The immensely loud as well as deafening laughter had changed to similarly loud as well as deafening voice tune. “Hah? Who’s that?” Hades was extraordinarily confused, panicked and anxious. “Whose voice is that?” Virando was seen frowning his forehead.

“Usually, he’s a ghost. The first three days he followed me, my wolf didn't even register his presence.” “Well, there’s no point in hiding your scent now. You’re openly running with Ivanov Drakos. This is the territory reality now.” “Keep your voice down. He can probably hear your heartbeat from there.” Brody lets out a low, dry chuckle from the base of the stairs. I spin around. “See? You’re listening.” “Not by choice. Your vocal cords are louder than a winter howl.” “Pretend we’re ghosts,” I snap.

He rebutted. Yes, yes, my reasoning is stupid. He didn’t intentionally want to get caught in their trap, but I have to blame someone... *Sighs in frustration.* “Will the two of you quiet down over there?” I heard one of the men’s voice command from outside the cave. I don’t know whose voice, but I’m sure it wasn’t Ryker. His voice sounds deeper and scarier. Somewhat like Drax’s voice, but Drax’s is less harsh, and more soothing. It’s somewhere between Morgan Freeman and Darth Vader. Except, it doesn’t give me ‘dangerous villain’ vibes.

I crouch behind the shelf, press my back to the wall, and tuck my knees to my chest. The voices come through the grate in layers, some clearer than others depending on where in the room each person is standing. I piece together the positions fast. The loudest one, a man with a low, percussive voice like gravel in a can, is near the door. Elder Crane, quieter and more deliberate, sounds like he is standing somewhere central. And Damon, I know exactly where Damon is without seeing him, because his voice comes from the front, level and controlled in a way that actually takes more effort than shouting. "...death cannot go unanswered," Gravel Voice is saying. "We have lost a council member. One o