Magnet Lyrics Vocaloid Novels & Stories

I continued with my eyes closed and felt Mig's finger stroking my hair. The song got intense and flowed more fluently from my mouth. I can swear my voice sounds perfect at this moment. ~ I finished singing and opened my eyes to meet Mig's eyes on me, surprised. "Wow! Speechless. Your voice is amazing" Mig said and i blushed a little. "Yeah but not as amazing as the voice i always hear when we get home" I said and his face suddenly changed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing I'm just still surprised you can sing this well.

I know it's because of my outfit. "I'm not a good singer but please accept my voice!" I plead with them. Some laugh as they find my words amusing and others nod... Janet scoffs loudly. I rolled my eyes, yeah, she's a good singer than me but she shouldn't be too proud. I clear my throat and begin. ♪♪I was caught off guard when I first met you♪♪ ♪♪I can't control my palpitations♪♪ ♪♪Is it because I'm abnormal? Or is it you shin......♪♪

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It filled my throat, tickled my tongue, and before I could stop it— I opened my mouth and began to sing. The words weren’t mine. “Tibi cantabo… vocem mare… redde meum sanguinem…” The language spilled out, ancient and cold, like it had been waiting centuries to use my voice. It vibrated in the air, trembled against the glass windows of the house. The temperature dropped. “Cover your ears!” Kai’s voice snapped through the static, sharp and urgent. Kieran flinched back from me, not out of fear, but instinct. Kylan had just reached the doorway when my voice hit a higher note, the pitch sharp enough to split air.

Manolya’s POV I was mid-strike, blade raised behind Aquarius, when it happened. A voice so clear and soft it pulled me in. Like the ocean whispering your name from the depths. “Manolya… ooh… Manolya…” My breath hitched. The blade in my hand trembled. I turned against my will, drawn by the strange magic. A tug pulling at my soul. The melody rose through the blizzard, curling around my ribs like invisible fingers.

Dylan could barely hear what Miren said because her voice was so soft and close to a whisper. "Dylan, it's been a long time since we've seen each other. I can't tell you how much I long for the sensation of being held by you." Dylan gently rubbed his eyes as he continued to stroke her hair. "Miren, in the future, you shouldn't make use of vocals unless the situation is particularly perilous and unique. Because whenever Lilyon makes use of this voice, all of the energy that is contained within Lilyon's body will be annihilated. Miren, you should not do that; it's risky."

Lyra encouraged softly. "Valentine..." I whispered. Something stirred deeper this time. A melody. Faint at first...like it was underwater. Lyrics. Not English. My lips parted as the words slipped out, unfamiliar yet strangely natural. "...amare...luce...cor meum..." The tune wrapped around the words, soft...haunting...almost childlike. And then... A sharp sound. Glass shattering. I flinched. My breathing hitched. "Stay with it," Dr. Lyra said calmly.

(song: all of me by John Legend) WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOUR SMART MOUTH, DRAWIN' ME IN AND YOU KICKIN' ME OUT YOU GOT MY HEAD SPINNIN' NO KIDDIN', I CAN'T PIN YOU DOWN WHAT'S GOIN' ON IN THAT BEAUTIFUL MIND I'M ON YOUR MAGICAL MYSTERY RIDE AND I'M SO DIZZY, DON'T KNOW WHAT HIT ME BUT I'LL BE ALRIGHT MY HEAD'S UNDER WATER BUT I'M BREATHIN' FINE YOU'RE CRAZY AND IM OUT OF MY MIND CAUSE ALL OF ME LOVES ALL OF YOU LOVE YOUR CURVES AND ALL YOUR EDGES ALL YOUR PERFECT IMPERFECTIONS GIVE YOUR ALL TO ME, I'LL GIVE MY ALL TO YOU YOUR MY END AND BEGINNING EVEN WHEN I LOOSE I'M WINNING... She was on tears when I completed singing the song. I pulled her in my embrace and wiped her tears and sealed her

He positioned himself below my line of sight so that when I lifted my gaze, I wouldn’t see a body towering over me—but someone deliberately small, vulnerable, harmless. “Listen to my voice,” he said slowly. “You don’t have to talk. Just listen. Breathe in with me… that’s it… breathe out. You’re here. Your feet are on the ground. If you want, tell me five things you can see. It’s okay if you can’t right now. I’ll stay.” His voice didn’t demand anything—no calm, no answers. It simply marked the rhythm, like a distant lighthouse. Little by little, through spasms and uneven breaths, air began to return. Clumsy. Irregular. But real.

“I’ll tell you how.” “Oh-kay….” She smiled. “Just close your eyes, hold out your hands, and repeat after me.” Brenna did exactly as she said. “Vocatio veneficae summae salices,” Magenta breathed, her eyes growing heavy. “Magenta?” I knelt beside her bed. “Do it,” she commanded Brenna, her eyes weak, reflecting her countenance. Brenna closed my eyes and said, “Vocatio veneficae summae salices!”