Nina Blackwood Voice Change Novels & Stories

She thought about a little boy at home right now who had his father's dark eyes and had never once heard his father's voice. "Are you," she said quietly. She walked out before he could respond. In the elevator going down she leaned against the wall and focused on breathing. Her hands would not stop shaking. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She answered. A woman's voice came through. Smooth. Elegant. Familiar in a way that made Nora's stomach drop. "Hello Nora. This is Diana Blackwood." The elevator doors opened to the lobby. "We need to talk. Before my son gets any ideas about playing father. Because we both know that cannot happen."

' She nodded her large head. "Is she gone?" Little Nina came out of hiding. "Yes, she's gone." I told her. I could feel her mind changing already. The darkness was beginning to change. It cracked like glass around us, revealing bright light. "Thank you." Nina's little voice began to change. Her body began to grow before my eyes as the black began to fall in large chunks around us.

Why had Leonardo explaining himself made me feel… better? I pushed open the hallway leading toward the maid quarters— Then slowed as I heard Clarisse's voice. “…I’m telling you,” Clarisse said quietly to another maid. “Miss Natalia will become Mrs. Blackwood eventually.” The maid looked uncertain. “But Mr. Blackwood—” “Madam Blackwood loves her,” Clarisse interrupted smoothly. “And she doesn’t want another woman for him.” My stomach dropped. Clarisse lowered her voice further. “It’s only a matter of time.”

She knew that she had to answer Nina’s endless questions. As Elaina came out, Nina was standing at the bathroom door with a gun pointed at her. “Who are you?” Nina shouted. “Nina, listen to me,” Elaina tried to calm down Nina, but Nina was crying with anger and fear. Nina snapped, “Are you a duplicate of Mrs Black? Where is our madam? Who are you?” “Relaxed, Nina. I'm Elaina.” Elaina shrugged and tried to ease Nina's tension. However, no cheesy word affected Nina.

Just air and panic and half-words that died before they formed. Mr. Reynor.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. The kind you used when you’d already made up your mind and you’re just waiting for the other person to catch up. A short, ugly sound left my mouth. Not laughter. Close to it, but not really. “And why is that, Miss Blackwood?” She pinched the bridge of her nose like I was a headache she’d been managing all day and exhaled — hard, loud, like she was blowing out a match. “I’m fine now. I don’t need to be driven around anymore.”

She nodded subtly toward the hidden panel. Nina’s face went pale. Her eyes flicked again toward the camera. Then she whispered, “Sometimes Mr. Blackwood… checks.” Elena’s stomach turned. Nina left quickly, closing the door behind her like she was sealing Elena back inside. Elena stood still, staring at the closed door, feeling the air thicken. Checks. Like she was an asset. Like she was a prisoner. Elena crossed to the breakfast tray. Perfect fruit. Perfect coffee. Toast cut neatly. Nothing tasted like comfort. Everything tasted like control.

I whispered, reaching for him in the blackness. "I'm here, Elena. Stay still." In the center of the room, a faint violet light began to pulse. It was Nyx. But she wasn't just glowing; she was breathing shadows. A swirling vortex of darkness began to rotate around her, faster and faster, until it looked like a small, controlled hurricane. "It wants to eat," Nyx’s voice sounded different—deeper, older. "It's hungry, Daddy." "Then feed it your will, not your fear!" Killian shouted into the void. "You are a Blackwood! You do not let the beast eat; you tell the beast when to starve!"

At some point, Nina leaned back against her couch, settling into the cushions as the evening light dimmed around her. "Alright," she said softly, her tone shifting into something more intimate, more intentional. "Do you want a song?" Ethan nodded immediately, his response so quick it made her heart squeeze. No hesitation. No doubt. Just pure, uncomplicated want. Nina laughed under her breath, the sound warm and self-deprecating. "Okay, but don't judge me, alright?" She pointed at herself, her finger nearly touching the camera. "I have a terrible voice." She cleared her throat dramatically, playing up the moment. "I sound like a fish with a sore throat."

“Yes?” “You stayed late after class with Professor R.” The redhead walked over to me and glared. “Why?” I stepped back a step, so I wasn’t breathing her air and raised my eyebrow. “I don’t think that is any of your business. I don’t even know you.” “My name is Nina.” “Okay, I still don’t know what that has to do with me?” I turned to leave, and she grabbed me. “I’m Alpha Nina from the Blackfang.” Nix was sprinting to the surface before I could think of a solution. Her words fell from my mouth as my fangs descended. “If I were you, I would remove your hand from my arm before I rip it off.” My voice dropped low and my eyes flashed.

Blackwood's expression remained calm throughout, though Eve saw her hands tighten on her apron. "I've seen transformations before," Mrs. Blackwood said when Damian finished. "Werewolf first changes, mostly. It's not pleasant, but it's survivable. I can handle this." "This might be different," Silas warned. "We don't know what she's transforming into. We don't know what to expect." "Then we'll handle whatever comes," Mrs. Blackwood said with simple practicality. "She'll need someone calm. Someone who won't panic. I can be that person."