Sonic Prime Shadow Voice Actor Novels & Stories

"I am the Wolf that does not need a Pack. I am the Machine that does not need a Soul." ​The Battle of the Echoes ​The Prime didn't use a weapon. It used the frequency. ​A wave of crushing, violet sound erupted from the Prime’s chest, slamming the triplets against the steel bulkheads. It wasn't just noise; it was a digital assault on their memories. Leo felt his father’s voice in his head, telling him to give up, telling him that the Silverwood was a mistake. ​"It’s not him!" Leo yelled, struggling to stand. "It’s a recording! It’s just data!"

I panicked as the shadow came closer. "Babe! Vickie! let’s go now" I yelled but there was no sound coming from my mouth. I was running nuts, I had no idea what to do. Vickie and Lyon weren’t listening to me and now my voice is gone. I was about to call out their names again when a voice whispered from behind. I was too scared to turn back and see who it was "Babe, I think the shadow is behind me" I whispered after I closed my eyes. "Olivia, Olivia it’s me, Sandra," the voice said

But unknownist to him, there are things that can't be hidden, they will always come back to hunt you. He turn to shadow who has been standing like a mannequin "What are you still doing here, get lost. Shadow shuddered and scurried out of his office. "Idiot, what's the use I pay you, when you can't do a proper job." His phone start to vibrate, without checking the caller ID, he press the answer button and placed it on his ear. "Luis speaking." He said as soon as he picked up.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and the Queens Royal Guards.”

"Nice joke." "I'm deadass serious." "That's..." Azhael shook his head. "Not possible." He held up a hand before Elison could argue. "Let me ask you something. Does Shadow's hair, eyes, and voice match Lance's?" Elison hesitated, and that hesitation told Azhael everything before the words did. "No," he admitted slowly. "But it looks like he's faking the voice." "Then what about the hair and eyes? Even their personalities and auras are completely different." Azhael crossed his arms, waiting.

Brandon said in a low deep voice with his hands around Shadow's neck, choking him. Shadow let out a soft moan and then laughed at himself mockingly. “How stupid am I, to forget who this pretty face and nice body belongs to, an enemy. I forgot so soon that you had a recorder in you and was recording everything I said.” The lust cleared from his eyes that moment. “But you're also forgetting after seeing my aroused part that I am still a shadow, the ruler of the underworld.” I almost scoffed at what he said. Ruler? Color me surprised.

’ I was slightly shocked to hear Shadow’s voice, but as usual her voice of reason within me with her calm and soothing voice washed my worries away and provided a solution to my problem. ‘You’re right Shade, thank you for that.’ I said gratefully, feeling much more at ease. Her melodious giggle rang in my mind which brought a smile to my face. ‘Silly girl, we are two halves of the same being. Just because I choose not to speak to you all the time doesn’t mean I’m not there. I trust you Allison and I trust that each and every decision you make for us is what is best for us.’ She assured me and words could not describe how elated I felt.

“Did you really think the hunt ended here, Subject?” The voice didn't come from a person, but from the very shadows themselves. A recording, enchanted into the dark ether of the room, began to bleed into the air. It was Serene, the Shadow Mother. The sound was hollow, echoing with the distance of the dimension they had just vanished into, yet it felt as if she were standing right behind Samantha, breathing down her neck.

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again. This time, it was his assistant, Ben. Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?” Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon? “I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.” Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening. “A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

“You killed him.” My heart stopped. Liam’s voice. But that was impossible. Marcus growled. “Don’t listen. It’s mimicking.” The shadow smiled if the way it curled in on itself could be called a smile. “You killed Cain,” it murmured. “Do you remember how he screamed?” My lungs tightened painfully. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real. Liam is gone.” But the shadow’s voice twisted, warping into a deeper, distorted growl. Cain’s growl.