Fear Garden Vocaloid Novels & Stories

I’ve Never had a mind link with them before and experiencing it for the first time would have been amazing if only the girl who the voice belong to didn’t sound fearful. “There is a dead guy in the gym.” The tired and fearful voice announces.

“I’m a bit scared here.” There was a brief pause before I finally heard Julien’s voice. “Alright… I’ll sing. But don’t blame me if I’m off-key.” His words made me smile, even though anxiety still lingered in my mind. Julien’s voice flowed gently, and I could feel the warmth in the notes he sang. The song he sang was a soft melody in French. I didn’t understand all the lyrics, but the gentle tune calmed me. His voice was low and warm, echoing softly through the gaps in the bamboo. Each note helped me forget the fear that had taken over.

A curse. A delicate-looking Fae, Titania Moonwhisper, her eyes like pools of moonlight and her voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness that belied her true age and power, sighed dramatically. "Oh, the malaise. It was simply dreadful. My gardenias wilted. The sprites refused to sing. Honestly, the sheer lack of ambiance was quite telling." She fluttered her eyelashes, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of the situation, yet her words were a subtle probe, testing the waters, gauging the true extent of their fear.

“Hydra, my sweet daughter. Why are you always trying to avoid me when I’m your father? You’ve already recovered your memories and you know that you don’t belong to the common word. Why won’t you open your heart to me?” Faye could hear a middle-aged man’s voice in her mind. The voice was filled with aggression and it was deafening without being loud. It was not the voice of a common man. It sounded like the voice came from the sky, like that of a god. Faye listened to the voice way too many times, and it was the voice that she feared the most. “I’m not Hydra and I’m not your daughter! Stop bothering me!” Faye roared aloud in her dream.

I hit play on the message again, unable to keep the giddy smile off my face. I listen to the message a few more times, noting that he must have been outside when he recorded it. Despite his best efforts the sound of wind blowing in the background had slightly distorted his voice. I listen to the song one more time, this time noting that despite the distortion, his voice sounds really similar to Vedant’s. I freeze at the thought, thinking about the matching shirtsleeves in the picture Felix had sent. Before I can give it anymore thought another text comes in. Felix: You there? I hope I didn’t scare you off with my horrible singing voice.

Each item seemed to exude a malevolent aura, casting a shadow that seemed to stretch out across the room. "Are you scared?" Kira's question punctured the tense silence, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. I found myself devoid of any response, gripped by a fear that had taken root deep within me. In the midst of this palpable terror, Kira's voice took on an unexpected twist, a fracture in her demeanor that unveiled a raw emotional edge. "The fear you feel now," she began, her tone laced with a vulnerability that caught me off guard, "that's the same fear that consumed Guila when she faced her imminent demise." Her words resonated with a haunting truth, offering a glimpse into the

the realisation that it could be someone else with actual animosity toward her terrified her. If it hadn’t been Regaleon before… then who had it been? Who carried such hatred for her, yet remained hidden? “Who are you?” Lillia called into the rapidly darkening garden, her voice steady despite the tremor creeping into her limbs. Every rustle of leaves sent fear skittering through her bones. The garden no longer felt beautiful, it felt like a nightmare. “I said," show yourself.” Lillia’s heart raced, growing louder by the minute in the silence.

"If you won't help me, I'll take what I need. I've fought Void-Walkers and I've fought my own father. You don't scare me." "Fear is a human emotion, little spark," the plum-colored Fae whispered, fluttering its glass wings. The sound was like a thousand needles scraping against a mirror. "We do not want your fear. We want our property back. But since it has fused with your very soul, we cannot simply pluck it out. We must... refine the vessel." "Refine? What does that mean?" Sofia asked, her heart hammering against her ribs. She felt a sudden, sharp coldness in her gut—a premonition of a pain far worse than the vats.

And something else. Fear.

I’m a tuning fork for chaos. "Lily…" Eira’s voice is a threadbare whisper, choked with terror. She’s pressed against the far wall, away from the spreading stain, but her small hands are clenched into fists, knuckles white. Her eyes aren’t blank with fear now. They’re wide, horrified, focused inward. On the nursery. On Eos’s other children. "The little ones… the garden… it burns. Inside them. The Blood… it sings to them. A bad song. They’re scared. They’re… changing." Her breath hitches, a sob trapped in the thickening air. "Can’t… can’t hold it back much longer. The song is loud. So loud."