Husky Voice Novels & Stories

Rex replied. _--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ "Rex!" Came a voice from far away heading closer, but he couldn't see who the voice belonged to. As the voice got closer, there was a shimmer in the air. "Kit, Makai, Rixa! To me! This shimmer looks familiar, so have your guard up." Rex’s wolf took over to keep his human safe.

I hugged her closer to me and closed my eyes to sleep too. “Finally,” came a voice in my head. I froze. That voice... it wasn’t mine. “I’m Vane, your wolf” What the fuck?

A male Husky with a sexy voice spoke from behind me as I turned to stare at the handsome man behind the voice. No doubt,just like his calm voice, he was handsome in terms of both his look and his physical appearance. "Hey " "Hey" "I guess you are new in this environment." "Yeah, I am, but I'm fitting in so perfectly." I mutter with a sigh. Having total strangers invade my privacy, especially with my mood swings, is what I didn't expect. We both became silent for a while as he rested his hand along the wooden shades. "Nathan is the name."

the husky voice continued, words unclear when he resounded as if remembering a so-distant unforgettable event. That confuse me and thought this husky voice man couldn't be possibly a bad guy, he is soft inside and can feel sad for the reason unknown. But then the he lifted up the mood, said confidently to Almiro, “I know she will be fine though. She will able to survive even knowing nothing of the dark tragedy! I thought... knowing a few may lessened her pain, though I'm still hoping she will remember her promising side...”

Jack asked me to be his last night after marking me, knowing fully well they will no escape from me even I rejected his offer. The cocky bastard. "Yeah right, we are so lucky thr moon goddess blessed us with thr most handsome mate ever,But you know jack can hear our thoughts right?."my wolf said in amusement. "Wait what? Impossible,there's no way he can actually hear us,"I said back to my wolf as i opened the refrigerator. I looked all around to take some frozen meat and milk out closing the fridge back. "Yes I can."jack husky voice sounded inside my head and I dropped the glass of water I held in my hands. It felt so weird and uncomfortable but totally cool.

she barked, her maternal instinct completely overriding her terror. The omegas scrambled over the discarded iron vats, fleeing into the dark corridors, their footsteps echoing frantically against the stone. I turned back to the grate just as the first Husk lunged. It didn't aim for Silas. The toxic green eyes, burning with the directed consciousness of King Valerius himself, locked entirely onto me. "The Vessel," the Husk rasped, its jaw unhinging with a sickening pop, the voice a dry, papery whisper that sounded exactly like the True King speaking from a hundred miles away. "The White Wolf... belongs to the ice."

Hévéa stated with a tone of compassion. He sighed, "thank god." "I pity you man, you need to hide your true self." I said while patting his shoulder in compassion. "Shut up." He said in his original accent, British accent. "You shut up." Hévéa snapped back, with a flip of her behind. "I mean, you can help me do that." Thomas said with a smirk, he sent a wink toward her. She choked in disgust, I laughed and slapped both of their heads.

So my fingers desperately clutched the cage before I turned and faced the boy who had noticed me here and he looked surprised, his eyes wide but as he tried to get closer the animal next to me growled deeply. This has to be a wolf. It can't be a dog. "What is this?" I asked him as I looked back at the wolf, and carried on looking into its eyes, finding it difficult to look away for too long. "It's an... overgrown husky," he told me and I raised an eyebrow and looked at him skepticallly. "An overgrown husky?" I asked him, repeating the words slowly so that he could hear himself and he nodded, seeming more confident but I didn't believe him.

“That’s fine. Trauma tends to fog the memory. But I remember you, little wolf.” That voice. It crashed into her like a tidal wave. Flickers of her childhood came unbidden—dim corridors, locked doors, shadows moving behind two-way mirrors. And the voice. Always the voice. “You’re one of us now.” It was him. Older now, sure. But she could never forget the way he looked at her. Like a scientist examining a broken specimen. She backed up, bumping into the counter. “What do you want?”

I yelled, banging on the glasses. No one responded. Cold silence overtook the place, strengthening my frustration. Relaxing, I closed my eyes, trying to either transform or reach for my wolf. There was nothing. Felt like it...it was gone. There was a static noise as if a radio was being tuned then a voice resounded. I traced my eyes to find where it came from but I couldn't see it. The voice came from everywhere and filled the place. "Alpha Landon Kurt," it called out. It sounded familiar. I just have heard it somewhere before. "I told you I was a Hydra. Cut off one head and two more grow."