Insanity Vocaloid Novels & Stories

she added, and after hearing that, Sane immediately knew that he should give her something that she could listen to, to at least fill the silence, for her not to feel that lonely. Sane thought of a song to sing, and truth to be told, he wasn't a great singer. His singing voice was decent, and he could at least carry a tune. He told himself that there was nothing that he should be ashamed with because he wasn't torn-deaf in the first place, but knowing that someone would actually listen to him sing was making him really nervous. He cleared his throat two times in a row before finally deciding on a song that he wanted to sing to her. His voice cracked at first, but he continued singing anyway.

I learnt that word from a book. "Isabella. Grys. Low GPA, pitiful really, with a small, yet extensive, library. Father works in construction and mother in banking. Did judo for a few years and now does baby hacks for adults. Really underwhelming." their voice is rough but goes a few octaves higher with each word. It's so familiar but I swear by the last curly strand on my head I've never heard this person's voice before. But I'm so certain I know them, there's a tiny hint of familiarity with this person.

As my voice increases in pitch, slight grunts begin to sound from him. My thighs begin to quiver as I feel myself nearing an orgasm once again. My hands ball up into fists holding the sheets tightly. "Uhhh!!" comes my heavy pants. "Oh gods, Silas-!" Dazedly, as though coming from another world, I hear in the background the otherwise sturdy headboard slamming hard into the wall. The bed itself has long been shaking with our movements. We’re going to break it… "Mine!”, his voice starts out a low grow, “Mine! Mine!” but with each slam into me, his voice increases in pitch until he is booming the words. The voice is coming from Dominicus’ voice box- but it sounds deeper and rougher when used by

He taunted her again, breath mixed with his making her feel like want to kiss him so badly, he was so dangerously close to her face. "Look here. Yes, I am a monster, psychopath, sick, criminal, or how the fuck you would like to call it. But this does not mean that I am stupid. And I know exactly that you knew it already right ?? you have stuck this important thing in that little mind of yours, little idiot girl ?" "Don't insult me, and importantly my intelligence. I know exactly what you are planning on doing, and let me tell you that it will not work." Athena voiced back, determination and braveness filling her voice.

This voice is coming from inside my head. “Duh.” The voice laughs as though she can read my thoughts. “I’m Ivory, your Lycan.”

"I've been worried sick—" A sinister laugh filters through followed by a menacingly terrifying high pitch sound, I bite back a scream. What in fresh hell?! "You stupid bitch. Tsk tsk. You thought I wouldn't know that you've traveled halfway around the world? Remember that I'm always watching. As I will say time and time again, I'll break you piece by freaking piece until you lose your sanity and beg for a release, to which I'll gladly give in to and end your pathetic life. Remember, your boyfriend can't help you." A chill creeps up my spine as the unnatural voice drops into a faint whisper. This bastard is using a voice changer! "No one can."

There’s a scuffle, followed by muffled voices before his video call cuts off and I laugh at the scene I can’t witness. “I can’t believe you snuck off to call her and left me there! What kind of nīsan are you? Hello Atlas!” “Hello! Did you kill him?” “Imadani.” I laugh at his attempt at a serious tone, as I hear Yuzuki groan in the background. “You little... tawagoto...” <... shit...> “Ignore him. Atlas-Chan wa dōdatta?”

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."

It was a loop of their own voices from a podcast episode recorded three months ago. “If you aren't providing a lifestyle, you’re just a hobby,” Sophie’s recorded voice echoed, distorted and pitched down until it sounded like a demonic growl. “Move on, sis. High-value men don't let things like 'accidents' happen.” "Turn it off!" Sienna screamed, clawing at the monitor’s power cable.

"Is it Vane?" "I don't know who the fuck it is," Sloane spat. A heavy metallic thud echoed in the background – she was likely kicking a vent shut. "But they’re playing the audio loop. The same dark whispers. Lolita, they’re using your voice. They’ve synthesised your commands. They are telling me to submit." Franco’s face went ash – grey. "The Phantom Protocol," he breathed. "Vane’s signature. He’s weaponising their lust. He's turning your own hounds against their senses."