Fear Garden Vocaloid Novels & Stories

The voice was distorted, deep, and terrifying. ​"You are trespassing."

A deep shallow breath bubbled from her lungs, exhaling as she wanted some clarity. What's happening to her? And why does she feel controlled by some kind of moon energy she has no idea about? Drawing her to it when she least expected. Her legs walked through the backyard of the house, a beautiful garden overgrown with lilies and other Flowers stayed by the side. It suddenly turned night, the air feeling heavy, the wind became still as something caught her ears, at the other side of the garden, a soft voice could be heard crying, Lena felt her own chest in pain, why was she sad as well?

Lorenzo's POV I was back at the garden, cladded in white robes like the other day. But I had a strange feeling, it was fear. I felt overwhelmed by it. Looking around with fright, trying to catch a sight of someone, I heard a voice. "Are you afraid?" the voice asked, reeking of hostility. "Is that you? I am afraid, please. Is that you, Zybal?" I asked, my voice low, to plead. "It's me, the great Zybal. Are you afraid of your own shadows because I am not scary," Zybal responded with a hint of mockery.

Fear rippled through my very essence and spread across my body like a plague. "Are you fucking mad?! Even if they can’t see you because of the cloaking spell, they will feel your fear, so put your fucking emotions in check," that strange voice inside me again. That's weird. "Sentaya", he roared in a war-like gruesome tone that almost caused me a heart attack. "Beautiful Malleteagan, what brings the firstborn of Selene and Endymion into my modest home" Sentaya chirped in the sugar-coated tone of the welcoming hostess. She projected calmness and looked like she was not bothered at all by Malleteagan‘a threats.

" I shot my head up when I heard my name. I glanced at Lucian but he seemed too engrossed in the mystery before him than on me. "Val?" I spun around, my heart pounding in my chest It was a female's voice that echoed in the garden. I looked at Lucian again, but it seemed he didn't hear the call. I glanced around, feeling chills in my body as the hairs on my skin stood erect. Everything in the garden was terrifying, but hearing whispers of my name was something else. I kept still, my heart thumping loudly in my chest as I waited for the voice to come again.

"I wouldn't change anything either, my life has been worth living since you appeared in it, my beautiful Luna Queen, my mate, I love you Georgina my Fearless Luna." "I love you my mate , my Alpha King." END

"So don't be afraid to let them show~ Your true colors~ True colors are beautiful~~ I see your true colors~ Shining through~ I see your true color~ and that's why I love you~" Joe leans his forehead to Akiko's and stares at her lips. "So don't be afraid to let them show~ Your true colors~ true colors are beautiful~ Like a rainbow~ Oh oh oh oh oh like a rainbow.~" Another loud applause for both of them. Joe kiss Akiko dearly making the audience go loud and louder with the cheering.

Selena froze as the voice echoed through the gate—so familiar, it rattled her soul. It wasn’t the voice of the gods, not the Spiral, nor the Silence. It was something intimate. Human. The kind of voice memory couldn't fake. Her heart slammed against her ribs, recognition clawing through her chest like fire. The threads surrounding the gate shimmered, reacting to the tension in her breath.

She twisted in Daire’s arms, wriggling enough that one of her hands could reach out, fingers splayed toward the rushing blur of teeth and eyes. She didn’t shove. She didn’t scream. She did what the drills had taught her. *Pulse. Shape. Name.* The Lunaris web flared—not out, but through her voice. “Stop,” she said. The word came out soft. It landed like a hammer. A pure, clear note threaded under the syllable—command tone, deep and old, braided with her fear and something harder. The hound’s body hit an invisible wall a meter from them.

It has a sweet scent that doesn’t overpower, but lingers on me for a long time. My attention shifts to the moon. It is getting bigger and bigger. “It’s coming,” Inanna cries out. A tremor rumbles in the ground as the moon continues to grow larger. I hear the roars of the earth and feel its vibrations against me as it shakes itself awake with anger. “Find the thread,” she instructs. The rumblings are noisy, the vibrations chaotic, but as I listen closely, I realize it isn’t just one sound. Several of them are mixed together, creating a unique rhythm that makes an eerie song heard across the garden.