Invincible Sinclair Voice Actor Novels & Stories

she c‍ommanded. The sound​ that em⁠erged from the tech’s spe‍akers was dist‌orted, bur⁠i​ed under lay‍e⁠rs o‍f digital static, but the voic‍e was unm⁠istakable. It was Howard Harrington, tremblin‍g, desperate. And the person he was speak​in​g⁠ to was Damien’s father—the el‍der Chen.

He had an Irish accent, even thicker than Carter’s, and I was thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t an Italian one. I looked up into the scariest pair of ice blue eyes I had ever seen. He was tall, pale, hair the color of obsidian. His features were harsh, but beautiful. He seemed elegant, regal almost, but also cold and lethal. This man was a walking contradiction. “Who the fuck are you?” I snapped, ready for the night to be over already. He took a step back and released my shoulders. “Name’s Sinclair. You can call me Sin. You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Next time, try keeping your secrets in a better hiding place.” Adrian’s gaze flicked to the laptop on his desk, then back to her. His jaw tensed, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he knelt beside the intruder, yanking off the mask. The man was unfamiliar to Juniper, but Adrian’s expression darkened. “Damon Sinclair,” he muttered. Juniper crossed her arms. “Should I know that name?” Adrian let out a humorless laugh. “CEO of Sinclair Tech. And a royal pain in my ass.”

Jocelyn said, waving his hand. At this time, Elvis entered the door. Elvis was Gloria's elder brother. He was now Commander Wen at such a young age. He could be said to be very young and promising. The Sinclair family had been promoted from Gloria's grandfather to their generation. Her father, Jocelyn City, was the leader of the Sinclair family. Her brother had joined the army early, but now he was only 20 years old. He was already the commander of the Sinclair family, and his achievements in the future were limitless.

Kyle's voice shook with defiance. "Let’s pretend you haven’t," Sinjin replied with a mocking tone. "But just to be cautious, I’ve invited a couple of officers. They’re downstairs, ready to arrest you if I give the signal." Kyle’s face grew pale. "I’ll say it again—" But Sinjin interrupted, pulling out his phone. He fiddled with it briefly before playing a recording of Kyle’s voice, angrily threatening the boys. The sound echoed in the hallway. Kyle froze, his throat dry. His bravado crumbled, and he swallowed hard, the weight of the situation sinking in.

My voice was soft and convincing. Sinclair raised his head to look at me and with a nod of his head, he replied, “Yes please, Evie. Handle it, handle everything for now. I trust you so I have nothing to worry about”

"Give me the name, Randolph." Belishaw struggled to stay silent, but it was like trying to catch grains of sand. Sinclair sighed and lifted the scalpel. This time he didn't move out of anger. He flicked his wrist and sliced Belishaw's other cheek. A cry escaped his lips, but he did not let the name out. Sinclair set his weapon down. "I wonder if I need to bring additional motivation for you? Perhaps the human woman you've been seeing. Jodie Harkness? Would she loosen your tongue if I had her to play with?"

And then he says my name. “Aria Sinclair.”

The only sound is the doctors and nurses attending to those in here and I sigh. “We all didn’t realise what was going on.” I say just as we hear footsteps approaching. We turn to the door that opens and Sinclair is standing there. He’s shirtless, and covered in sweat, clearly having run from wherever he came. His eyes meet mine before he lowers his head. “I ask for forgiveness for everything I have done… I promise to serve you from this day forward.” He says, going down on one knee. ‘Now he bends the knee. I honestly don’t know what you saw in him.’ Evelyn adds.

"Let's welcome them home." I hit the command. Outside, the first of the ancient foundry sirens began to scream—a jagged, mechanical roar that tore through the silence of the Indiana night. In the distance, I saw the first of the mercenary flashlights, their beams cutting through the mist. The siege of the Iron Yard had begun. And this time, there were no secrets left to hide. We were the "Vault of Sin," and the doors were finally, violently open.