Husky Voice Novels & Stories

“She insulted us by pretending she was hell bent on praying. Implying we were animals that had no manners!” Winter arched his eyebrow, “Well, we are wolves. Husk waved his finger in the air. “Not in this form. We’re human, just like her.” My eyes darted to Winter, who merely shrugged and sat down. When Husk was in one of his moods, we knew better than to prove him wrong. Besides, I was exhausted. It’d been one long day. I hadn’t told my brothers about Keith, and when she was praying, I was a little freaked out. It was as if she had some kind of six-sense and she was worried we would hurt her. Like I had done with Keith. Winter was the easy-going among the three of us. Guess it was because he

I hear a husky voice. I turn to see a man, probably not much older than me. He's tall, not taller than Ogi, but tall. Piercing almond eyes and dark blonde hair. He's not white, but he's not as dark as my dad or Ogi. I know immediately that he's a Wolf. "NanaBoozhoo." I reply. "You're from North, I see." He says. "Yes. Northeast." I reply. "I thought I knew everyone I needed to know... I was wrong."

Things have changed; I didn't have a voice then, but now I do. "What is going on here?" a husky deep angry voice said.

About halfway through class she turned to him and smiled devilishly. "Hi there." She didn't speak out loud, her lips never moved and he instead heard her voice inside his head. "My name is Syn, you must be new at this." The voice giggled a little. "You can't even Whisper yet, can you?" Syn noticed the perplexed look on his face. "It's like ventriloquism, but at ultra-high frequencies. Just hum a little, keep making it higher until you can feel it." Mike followed her orders until he reached a frequency that no human could her. "Now just talk."

I asked inwardly, not expecting a reply. “Fur,” the voice grunted back in my head. “Fur?” I frowned. “Who are you? And how are you communicating with me? And how is no one else hearing you.” “I’m your wolf,” Fur replied. “You’re the only one that can hear me. Now I repeat, don’t eat that food.” “Okay this is crazy,” I muttered. “I’m talking to a voice in my head and it’s talking back to me. You’re imagining this, Salvador . It’s not real. You watch too much TV.”

She pressed her lips together before adding reluctantly, "This time… the baby must have been mistaken." Brandon stared at her in disbelief, shaking his head repeatedly. "That's impossible. How could it be wrong? The baby has never been wrong—every single time, it's been accurate." He plugged the USB into a device, checking it over and over like a man possessed. "There has to be something we missed." The fact that even Brandon knew about our son's "voice" better than I, his own father, made my gaze darken. I closed my eyes briefly, steadying myself before speaking.

the lie slides off my tongue a little too easily. He nods suspiciously slowly, "You've got to sleep," he speaks suddenly "I'm not tired," I whine and then widen my eyes at my own tone looking at the camera where Chase had a smirk on his face. "You have school tomorrow and I saw you yawn like 4 times. Go to sleep, you can text me tomorrow if you want to talk to me that much," he jokes at the end of his sentence I move my tongue around my mouth as my mouth is slightly open, and I blush, "Yeah, I'll text you tomorrow," I rush out, picking up my phone to hide my face

It said: I am pleased with your progress. You have grown and appear to be making much wiser decisions. I asked: But what about all those voices, they did horrible things didn't they? The voice replied: It is not my place to comment. You were challenging the course of nature before and now you are accepting the natural environment around you. Now you appear to have moved past that and are not challenging it. You are progressing. I asked: How do you know all this? Where are you? Can I meet you?

Emery smiled, she hadn't thought of anything yet. "Can you hear me? What voice will you like to activate here?" The robotic voice asked again. "Mimi," Emery sighed, "Baby Mimi." She said, giving the microphone back to Benhail. "Voice-activated," the robotic voice made a sound. "Do you want to add a second voice?" It requested. "Yes," Benhail smiled. "Baby Mimi," he said and the voice was activated too. "Done! Would you like to add another voice?"

Then ascended back into the tree line with a soft hum. A quiet chime sounded. Then the slit flickered green behind them. Turning to the sound of the chime, the screen flared to life. A white box appeared. Then a voice—neutral, genderless, smooth as glass. “Welcome to the Hunt Residence. Please state your name and appointment ID.” Surprisingly, the voice didn’t come from the screen. It came from everywhere—the gate, the wall, maybe even the earth. Nevena braced forward instinctively. "Oh! Nevena Bachvarov.And this is—”