Orochimaru Voice Novels & Stories

As I started to get panicked thinking over my actions and direly searching for a way to handle it before Imogen can see it. Or Orion.. Thinking of Orion, Aish.... that tattooed freak would literally kill me, taunting through his incomprehensible Italian language. But my trains of thought were cut short after receiving a short response from the other side.... "Merda ... dovresti stare attento mentre cammini) ( Shit... You should be careful while walking )," A voice spoke being irritated. The voice is not unknown... Wait... What... How come the voice seemed so familiar to me... As if.... As if it's... It's.....

His crimson gaze bores into mine as if he’s searching for something, and my silly heart does cartwheels again. “Listen to me, Umiko,” he starts, his voice low and incredibly sexy. “Yes, I will be calling you Umiko as I think Marina is too much of a common name for you - it means nothing, and you are not nothing.” I can feel a cold sweat beading my back with how he's looking at me, and my core trembles at the sound of his voice dripping domination. Ahmya stirs and opens her eyes, a dreamy expression evident in her emerald eyes as Alpha Fenriz continues.

The female voice replied to Maru. "Is that true? Would you really obey my every command, madame?" Maru asked in surprise. "Affirmative, host. The master designed and created the system. Its purpose is irrevocable." The emotionless female voice answered Maru. "I see. But I don't want to use you like a slave, madame. I want us to be friends. From now on, you shall call me Maru. Host seems unusual to the ears. I don't like it." Maru said to the lady voice.

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”

He snickers, his eyes glowing with challenge and pride. This arrogant prick knows his strengths- his unparalleled communication skills. Be it with a vampire or human or a creature from another race or maybe even an alien. “You doubt?” I lower my voice to a shiver-inducing level. This never fails to intimidate my opponent. Be it Orlo or even the emperor of the vampire realm. “My apologies.” Orlo raises his hands, giving in.

**POV: Aria** "Who are you," Aria asked, studying the figure in the moonlight. "My name is Orin," the figure said. "I have served the Northern Voice for thirty seven years, since I was young enough to believe that what I was told about protecting pack stability was simply true, without question." Orin's expression carried something weathered, the look of someone who had spent decades doing difficult things and had only recently begun to question whether they had been right to do them.

two glowing purple orbs stared at me. "Beautiful Queen..." a voice whispered, sounding like it came from all directions at once. "The blood of the Origin flows so sweetly in you." "WHO ARE YOU?!" I screamed, instantly summoning my power. Red energy crackled around my hands. The figure didn't attack. He just smiled, a terrifying, chilling smile. "I am the Voice of the Eclipse. I have come... to deliver a message." He raised a hand, and suddenly, images appeared in the air like a hologram.

She felt Ezra’s protective hand rest on her shoulder. Marten closed his eyes, wincing as though in pain. “I… I’m not certain. Sometimes it sounded like a man’s voice, other times like a whisper that wasn’t fully human. But… there was a name I heard once in a dream: Orith—yes, Orith. It repeated that name in my nightmares.” Eamon drew in a sharp breath, and Alara’s stomach clenched. She had never heard of Orith, but the name carried an ominous weight, like an echo from a distant, cursed place. Damien jotted notes, lips pressed into a thin line.

10 minutes later his shirt is off, and I'm left in my underwear and t-shirt. A light suddenly shines in from the window and Sebastian swears under his breath. "Vhedvwldq zkdw gr brx wklqn brxu grlqj zlwk wkdw elwfk?" a deep old man's voice shouts. "L qhhg wr!" Sebastian shouts back as he walks over to the window. "Kdyh brx irujrwwhq rxu odzv dqg frqvhtxhqfhv brx zloo idfg?"

Even among our kind, the oracle is seen as something beyond our comprehension, as to be unrelatable and simply strange. The oracle also speaks every language ever imagined and yet knows none of them at all. This is because the Oracle takes its form from those who listen to it. The Oracle has no true face or voice, so it borrows both from your memories. If you grow up speaking High Elfish, it will come to you as your favorite friend speaking in the language of your birth. Since it prefers to wear the faces of your loved ones who have passed along to their next lives, the experience can be traumatizing, especially if it shows you a face you are not expecting to see.