Scary Voices Novels & Stories

I said to her, pain slashing my very core. I did not wait for her to say a word before I continued “I am scared Maria, please help me if you can, the voices in my head, they keep whispering things to me, dangerous things, I can’t take it anymore, they have suddenly become louder than ever, I can’t stand them anymore” I let go of her hands and clamped them over my ears in a feeble attempt to shut out the growing noise, everything was suddenly running together and my head felt close to exploding, a headache had suddenly appeared and was splitting my head in two.

However, any glimpse of tranquility was abruptly shattered by the haunting voices that reverberated within the recesses of my mind, akin to an eerie chorus heralding a descent into madness. Those voices, once sinister and chilling, now twisted and distorted, permeated the eerie stillness with Killian’s haunting laughter. Each malicious chuckle seemed to snake through the air, sending shivers down my spine, while George's screams reverberated through my thoughts. Their resonance was enough to send my skin crawling, a visceral reaction that betrayed the very essence of my being.

“I can’t even trust myself anymore. Strange things are happening, things I can’t explain.” “What kind of things?” Kieran asked, his eyes narrowing. I hesitated, my throat tightening. “The scales,” I whispered showing them, Kylan gasped. Kieran frowned and Kai remained indifferent. “I woke up with scales on my arms. And then there are the voices…” Kylan straightened, his expression darkening. “What voices?” “They’re… faint, at first,” I said, my voice barely audible. “But they’re growing louder. It’s like they’re inside my head, whispering things I can’t understand. Sometimes it feels like… like something else is trying to take over.”

"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!

Suddenly I sat on the ground and was very terrified. "No!" I shouted as I covered my ears in so much frustrations and fear. "Die!" "Die!" "Die!" More and more voices surrounded me as I bent down and covered my ears out of sheer fear. "Stop! Stop! Please, stop it!" I shouted. But the voices keep on talking in my head. Suddenly my head ached as if it was going to break. And then in just a snap, Eron's face with his evil grin appeared out of nowhere.

Since he don’t know what triggers it he must be careful with her true awareness. “I heard voices. They sound aggressive. I don’t want to look.” “Why not,” “I am afraid of them.” Her voice quivered in apprehension. “Why?” Peter controlled the soothing tone. “They were in the house and they is harmful I just know.” “Are you no longer in the crossroad?” “No.” Sammy looked before frowning puzzled.

They stare at me in horror. Then, I spoke dangerously, "I will kill you both if you don't stop." I have four different voices coming from my mouth, from my wolf's spirit Xandra, my vampire spirit Val, my witch spirit Willow, and mine. Their hearts beat at a quicker pace in fear. Then there's a banging on the door, but they can't open it. I eyed the two wolves in front of me. "You do not fight in front of me again if you wish to live," I uttered venomously.

No one should be able to reach us here, and yet, a sickness settles in my gut, and something dark and unnatural tugs at the edges of my mind. One by one, my warriors begin to react. Their breathing grows ragged, their reins tightening in hands that whiten with grip. They glance around nervously, their eyes filled with terror. “It’s my sister,” whispers a broad-shouldered warrior to my left. His voice shakes. “She’s calling... begging.” Another, grizzled and silent until now: “A child’s voice... lost and scared.” His face turns white as he clutches his reins. The forest grows ominous, shadows stretching and twisting as if alive, but the voices are a cruel trick. Inside our heads, screams echo

These fucking dead fools, staring at me like I’m a feast hell prepared for them. Some had broken necks. Some had caved-in skulls. Some had no eyes. Blood dripped down others’ faces like tears. They did not speak. They just murmured…low, constant, wrong. A sound made of death itself. It crawled into my skull and clawed at my sanity. I stumbled back, my good hand flying to my ears in my attempt to stop the voices, but it was pointless. I could hear them inside me. “Get away from me!”