Lin Spirited Away Voice Novels & Stories

But as she gazed at her own eyes, she could feel Ina stirring within her, a quiet yet insistent force. Ina’s voice, low and taunting, echoed in her mind. "Lily, Lily," Ina whispered, her voice full of defiance. "Don't let him belittle you. Don't let him make you feel small. You don't belong beneath him—you belong above him. Let me handle it when the night comes." Lively's hands squeezed the edges of the dressing table, her knuckles whitening. She shakes a little as she tries to push away the voice through her head. Her lips spoke, and this time, softly, she mouthed.

“I’m not like this.” “I rather enjoyed it.” Caspius pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Next time will be much slower.” He gave her a chaste kiss on her lips, doing his best not to linger. “Next time?” Her brows furrowed together. She looked down, as if thinking about something. “The voices tell me to stay away from you and your friends. That you’re bad people.” Lily swallowed. “The voices?” If she weren’t a seer, Caspius would have thought she was a little crazy. “Shouldn’t you form your own opinions about your mates?”

But their eyes—when the lantern light caught them—were black, bottomless. Sirens. One of them smiled and raised her hand in greeting, lips parting in a song. The melody unfurled like perfume, thick and sweet. Ligon’s hand went rigid on his weapon. His eyes glazed slightly, as though the sound had found a soft place in his mind. “Ligon!” Valia hissed, stepping between him and the song. “Focus!” He blinked, shook his head hard. “I’m fine.” But his voice was hoarse, uncertain.

And a message only I could understand. We were past words. Now we were moving in shadows. Gia and Niko were already arguing in the hallway when I walked out. “She’s not ready,” Niko was saying. “She has to be,” Gia snapped. “She doesn’t get the luxury of time.” “What’s going on?” I asked. They both turned. Niko rubbed the back of his neck. “Silas moved.” “Moved?” “He pulled six of his men out of the city limits. Disappeared.”

Lirael, the guardian of desires, regarded them with a serene smile. "Welcome, travelers," Lirael's voice echoed, melodious and enchanting. "I am Lirael. I see the longing in your hearts, the desires that burn within your souls. I offer you a choice: to fulfill your deepest longings or to confront the truths you've avoided."

“You arrogant ASSHOLE!” The spirit’s voice ripped through the clearing, shrill and fractured, echoing off stone and bone like something dragged straight out of hell. The Lycan stood there, blood streaking his bare chest, silver eyes glowing faintly in the dark. He forced himself to wipe away the last lingering thought that the presence before him was Scarlet. “You talk too much for something that hides behind borrowed skin,” he said coldly. The spirit shrieked, the sound rising into a pitch that made the ground tremble.

I just got stuck making Linux's voice echo. "Good morning Philippines!" he said while Jirou was next to him. The faces of Weston and Walker lose their emotions while Devyn gets out in the chair just to hug Linux. "It's early, Linux, to shout," he said annoyed so he snorted. Jirou nodded to Dionne in respect. "We just passed by and since Ahron also wanted to see Devyn," Linux said so I nodded. Ahron, his son with Jirou, suddenly appeared from behind Linux.

My skin prickled with dread. I turned, searching for Enzo, but the shadows had swallowed him whole. The whispers morphed, rising into a cruel chorus that taunted my every step. I pressed my hands against my ears, willing them to stop. "Shut up!" I screamed, my voice ricocheting off the walls. "You won't get to me!" A flicker of movement caught my attention, and I focused on the memory of Lily, her sharp wit and incomparable resilience. With renewed strength, I pushed forward against the shadows crowding my mind. Gradually, the whispers softened to a dull murmur, only echoes in the periphery.

Upon hearing the voice, Lily paused and then opened her eyes, quickly locating the source of the sound. Her surroundings were full of chairs, with no unnecessary items. Right in front of her was a large folding screen from which the voice came. Lily looked ahead while calmly sitting in the wheelchair. She spoke mockingly, “Aren’t you proud? You think you control everything by manipulating others and making them go in circles?” The person sighed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I admire you, Ms. Christian.”

“H–Hello?” A slow, amused chuckle came from the other end.“Aww, Lily… why do you sound scared?Life in luxury not treating you well?”Lily’s breath stopped.“You—No. No… it can’t be you,” she whispered.The voice laughed again, low and poisonous.“Come on. Don’t tell me you forgot the sound of my voice.”