Husky Voice Novels & Stories

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.

"So, you can call me Flora Mana from now on, maybe I shouldn't use Daisy Garcia from the beginning." After that, I get up and leave his office. At the sight of Chico in the cage at home, I then feel the meaning of keeping pet. Holding it in my arms. I ask it, "Will you company me if I go for travelling in the future? Maybe it's a high snow mountain, and sled for me then, ok?" The husky is originally a sled dog, so perhaps it is just more deserving of surviving in the snow. While I'm speaking, Chico is listening to me with open ears, it barks then as if it's answering me.

The loud, familiar husky and enraged voice of the Alpha was heard from a distance and Estelle let out a sigh of relief. She was feeling faint.

Each dog has its own trainer especially for rare dogs hunters such as Hound dog, Siberian husky, Rottweiler, wolf-dog hybrids, Doberman pinscher and pit bull terriers. Joshua was about to enter their mansion when he heard a very beautiful voice and he immediately followed it. and when he plucked the thick and gigantic leaves of the plants, A woman sang a very beautiful song he saw. Joshua stopped because he remembered something the woman was singing. "Lullaby and good night, With roses bedight. Creep into thy bed,

Vanessa froze, her eyes terrified. Satisfied that he had her attention and therefore ready for a talk, he let her arms go. He cupped her cheek and smiled. “I am Haisek, Hunter’s wolf,” he said. “You can scream all you want, but even Hunter won’t be able to help you.” “Hunter,” she breathed, more boring tears dripping into the sheets. Haisek sighed. “Unlike Hunter, as you have clearly experienced, I don’t take kindly to anyone disrespecting my authority.” He leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “So this is what’s going to happen … hmm …”

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

It's FaceTime. I reach for it and answer it quickly. It wasn't the face I was expecting, " Hi, James. " I manage through my shocked expressions. I recognise him from his eyes, his long beard makes it impossible to recognise him. " Hi, Hana. " He waves his hand and gives me a flying kiss. I actually giggle as I wave my hand back, " How are you, James? Why are you looking like a caveman? " " It's like a huge cave in a modern way with a lot of machines. " He laughs.