Husky Voice Novels & Stories

Since when was I such a puppy about being here? I asked myself, and the things answered for me. *You puppy, embrace me* I cringed at his low husky and raspy voice that if I had to compare it, I would have to say it sounded like a low base. Harper dropped the guy who was struggling to get away till my monster kicked it out of consciousness. Poor guy.

finally he did not speak again so I delivered my words clearly. "Don't be angry" my eyes got stuck on him after hearing how his voice become so husky all of the sudden but sounds cute at the same time. I again blinked for a few times, can I get my word back? I can't stand him acting this way, the butterflies in my stomach won't calm down. "See you are angry, you even won't say a word at me now" his voice is just freaking addiction, like how did it manage to be so manly, husky, and cute at the same time?

I bit my lower lip involuntarily as I studied his lips movements. "Are you listening to me?" his baritone voice cut into my fantasy world and I responded, stuttering in confusion. "Yes..no..yea..I mean no." His face scrunched-up a bit, and his eyebrows were close to sewing together at my response. He folded his arms into each other and straightened up before speaking. "I'm Alpha Hermes of the Desert wolves pack and I know who you are." I felt shivers run down my spine and sweat forming on my forehead at the mention of the desert wolves.

'so finally we are one' a voice in my head called I turned around, I couldn't see Lucas, I hadn't seen him since I turned. so who spoke? 'who are you?' I asked, even I wasn't sure how I was able to speak when no words left my lips 'Your wolf' the voice replied, 'I have been waiting for you' She added 'How is this possible? How are we communicating?' This felt like more like a movie to me, but it in fact was real. 'we are always connected Fiona, and we are one' It responded

"Firstly...lady. I don't appreciate the food, I don't eat dry kibble. I prefer fresh…" The lady appeared and smiled and said ; "Awww poor boy. What is it? Why are you so noisy today? Do you need to go to use the bathroom? Here I'll grab a leash and I'll take you out." Apparently the woman only heard husky howls and grumbles while Motus heard his own voice. Figuring this out made the Alpha more grumpy then he was at first. He laid there awaiting her return when she came back with a leash.

I'm not sure why I only hear sadness and pain in the voice I'm hearing right now. "I-I'm...tired..." I just sobbed in the middle of the night. I cried and cried until I saw the light. I stood up quickly to pursue it, but I came to a halt when I heard a familiar howling voice... “AMARA!” When I heard Auntie Susan's voice, I immediately opened my eyes. I sat on my bed and quickly accepted the glass of water Auntie Susan was now offering me. "T-Thank you, Auntie," I stammered. I sighed and set the glass of water on the table beside my bed.

Chase pulled out Greedy Wolf and began to communicate with its sword spirit, Silly Husky. It was napping but quickly woke up when Chase entered the spiritual space. It ran around Chase's legs like a dog that was excited to see its master. "Here, help me remove the restriction on this little sword." Chase took out the sword as he crouched in front of Silly Husky. Silly Husky immediately understood. It sat down with a serious look as its green light flashed in its eyes. After that, it started to howl in front of the little sword.

I ran my hand over Duke’s soaked fur. “It’s just the two of us now, Duke.” He licked my palm. Then a mechanical voice suddenly rang out. Not in my head. Out of Duke’s mouth. “Woof. [Host’s life signs are critically low. Infinite Supply Search System activated.]” I froze. Was my fever making me delirious? Duke looked at me, his blue eyes glowing with something strange. He got to his feet and pawed at an abandoned flowerpot in the corner of the rooftop.

The voice in my head isn't a whisper anymore. It’s a resonance. A vibration that hums in the marrow of my bones. "I am not a threat," the voice says. It sounds like Unity, but older. Deeper. Like the ocean speaking to the shore. "I am the offer." I turn away from the window, looking at Alex. The penthouse is quiet, the celebration downstairs winding down into a low, thrumming bassline. "It's talking to me," I say. "Not Echo. Something... evolved."

Shaking his head as he started to strum the strings. My mind then visualized an artist. Compared to the man who usually wears a blue uniform and cap, this version of Auton Smith was different and much more calming in front of me. Thinking about it, he looked like he would look better if he would always hold a guitar. With his long, wavy hair and facial features, I'm sure he would pass as the main vocalist of a rising band. Or better yet, a famous one. "You're not speaking. Do I look great holding this thing?" He pointed out at the instrument and laughed. "Well then, I guess I'm gonna sing something for you. I swear you don't have the right to leave me after you hear my voice, no matter how a