Quagmire Voice Actor Novels & Stories

I dial the number, simultaneously clicking on my emails. “Lorcan Adamson.” The voice that answers is so deep and gravelly, I drop my mouse in surprise. Surely that’s not a real voice. It sounds made up. “Hello?” he says again, and I stifle a giggle. This guy has a film-trailer voice. It’s that deep-down rumbly, subwoofer voice you hear as you’re scarfing down popcorn, waiting for your movie to begin. We thought the world was safe. We thought the universe was ours. Till THEY came.

A voice that wasn’t mine but somehow was. "She is still yours." It wasn’t my wolf—at least, not the way it’s always been. My wolf and I were one. We shared instincts, urges, emotions—not words. Never words. "Who… who said that?" I spoke out loud, turning in every direction like I’d catch the speaker hiding in a shadow. Quinn’s brows pulled together, her face pale. "Luca, who are you talking to?" The voice spoke again, deeper this time. "My name is Amarok."

The audio file ended. The silence in the server room was absolute, suffocating, and terrifying. Kara stared at Ren, tears welling in her eyes, her lower lip trembling. "Ren," Kara choked out, her voice barely a whisper. "Why does the Scourge NPC speak Swahili? Why does it sound like an old man from the Sector 8 slums begging for his life?" Ren's mind was fracturing. The reality of the situation was violently slamming against the reinforced walls of the denial he had built around himself.

She’s yours— Quin looked around. It was the same voice he’d heard earlier in the day. “Who’s there?” Quin called. “Show yourself!” Mads stirred and shifted to her side. Don’t be frightened of what you feel for her. She’s yours to claim. The voice was closer as if it were speaking directly in his ear, but Quin still didn’t see anyone. “Who are you? And what is it you speak of?” It’s I, my son.

someone in the audience seat asked. “Are you joking? That piece of useless trash isn’t even in the same league as the God of War!” “Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Don’t even compare the God of War to someone like that! It’s humiliating!” Despite the criticism, everyone shared the same question but no one wanted to believe it. How could the God of War have the same voice as the useless trash of the Quint family? What kind of lame joke was that? “I bet that useless trash heard the God of War’s voice before and started to mimic the same voice. That’s why they sounded the same.”

He observed that they were positioned in a way that each can give clear footage of their face. “Exactly.” Hmm. “Young man,” Q said to Seven, “How do you make it talk again?” “I prefer the pronoun: him, Agent Q.” David chuckled. “And I must say, it is quite beautiful to see the looks on your faces. Priceless.” The Heads of Department exclaimed in astonishment. “That Nigerian drawl is intense,” Milkos said, with admiration in his eyes. “I dey tell you.” Daniel did not know when the pidgin slipped. He was truly amazed.

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"Second call, 5 million apocalypse tokens!" "Third call, 5 million apocalypse…" The host had already lifted the hammer and was about to blurt out the last word. At the eleventh hour, a lazy voice traveled rang in the ears of the crowd. "5.1 million." All the Genetic Fighters were stunned to hear it. They immediately turned to look in the direction of the voice. They had never thought someone would dare fight against Quack for the Starry Metal that weights thousands of kilograms. The person who had spoken up was Lucas.

she thought in frustration. “What the hell is going on here?!” She recognized the voice. It was Commander Mohawk coming out of the tunnel. Undertaker's ominous grin was apparent as he stood by the door. "A feeble white rabbit got lost in our territory." “There’s a motherfucking intruder!” shouted a woman. “Where?!” asked Commander Mohawk. “We’re trying to find her, you stupid fuck!” it was Gollum’s voice. “How dare you swear at me!” barked Commander Mohawk and fired at the darkness in front of him.

Everyone, including Alpha Maverick, turned to look at where the voice was coming from. Quinn, who closed her eyes awaiting to be killed after giving out a painful smile at how quickly she met her end, slowly turned to see who it was, that endangered his life like that -as the voice was a male voice. “Whoever the person was, he must be from something important, or he is tired of living,” Quinn thought, but when she saw Lincoln, “ I thought as much like father like son “