Oliver Vocaloid Novels & Stories

I voiced moving across the crowd. “Mr killian nice to see we are both at work sir!”. Wait I knew that voice.. “Oliver?” I voiced.. “Wia tyou toe know each tihwr?x Vittoria voiced in shock. I love he we all are getting shocked…. “Yes, I work for him, the best boss ever!” Oliver voiced.. I felt my head swell in satisfaction that someone actually saw me as a correct leader… “Guy stop!” Mt father ordered… “Something's not right!” Oliver added.

I opened the door and walked inside, Oliver was sitting on a single sofa, he looked angry as he stared at me. “What Have You Done?” He yelled at the top of his lungs and I took back some steps cautiously. “O..Li…V…ER.” I stuttered, scared. “I Am Not Oliver.” He yelled furiously and then his appearance started changing making my eyes pop out in disbelief.

Ryan breathes gently, calm and soothing, "then I support whatever you think we should do now, darling." "Oh, come on," Olivera says tauntingly. "You are so dense, sweetheart, it's laughable. You listen to that lying, son-of-a-bitch? He is just trying to cover the atrocities of the elders and I can't honestly believe that you would fall for any of it. You're just a spoiled Luna in her pretty palace, content with the death of her subordinates."

Oliver felt his body crumble. "Xavier...!" shouted Oliver furiously and said the name. He wiped the blood that was flowing from the corner of his lips and also from his forehead. He chuckled as a black smoke appeared. And not long after, a demonic figure called Oliver appeared. Xavier looked at Oliver, his master who was currently calling him bloody "What do you want from me?" Xavier exclaimed looking at Oliver

And then an all-too-familiar voice came from the speaker system. It wasn't until a few people moved aside that I saw Ollie sitting on the edge of the stage. He sang on a song by the band Static-X. His deep, raspy voice sent goosebumps through my body and I shivered. And like years ago, I was suddenly hypnotized and couldn't take my eyes off him. He got up and started pacing back and forth. The moment he growled he stopped and leaned forward with the microphone. Just like I've seen him a million times before.

“Aren’t I?” Her voice was Olivia’s—but twisted, colder, carrying an unnatural echo that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine. “No,” Olivia said firmly. “You look like me, but you’re not me.” The other Olivia chuckled. “Oh, sweetheart,” she purred. “I am you. The part of you that you buried. The part you’re too afraid to face.” She stood gracefully, descending the throne’s steps with deliberate, confident strides. “Tell me, what did you think you’d find in Oliver’s mind? A simple lock to break? A key hidden in the shadows?” She tsked, shaking her head. “No, darling. You stepped into something much bigger than you could ever understand.”

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w