Tangled Voice Novels & Stories

My voice was tentative, a soft quiver betraying my sudden unease. There was a pause on the other end. Then I heard a strange voice. “I’m calling from the hospital.” My stomach dropped. “The hospital? What—what happened to Zara?” “She tried to commit suicide.” The voice sounded professional. “She is stable now. We tried contacting anyone she knew and we were able to reach you…” I froze, heart hammering against my ribs. My mind raced, each thought worse than the last. “Alright, thank you. Tell me about the hospital.”

Watched it burn. "Hello, Thorne," she said, and her voice was wrong. Layered. Like multiple people speaking at once. "Miss me?"

“Then it’s not done with you.” Before she could answer, the ground beneath them trembled. A wave of distortion rolled through the street, glass rippling like water, air bending inward. The light changed color, bleeding from amber to deep violet. A voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shouldn’t have touched the heart.” All three froze. The voice was neither male nor female, neither human nor divine, it was layered, speaking in echoes of countless others, overlapping like chords in dissonance. “You unmade what was meant to be forgotten. The Rift remembers because you taught it how.”

ELENA I tossed and turned multiple times before I finally crawled out of bed. I took a deep breath before pulling the door open. I poked my head through the ajar door and scanned the hallway before I walked out. I carefully closed it behind me and headed to the living room. I stopped halfway, when I heard the door creaking. My heart race quickened, and I contemplated between moving or saying where I was. “Fuck!” I heard a familiar voice. My eyebrows furrowed and I blinked, trying to decipher who’s voice that belonged to. The sound was more than a whisper then he repeated and I sighed, releasing who the voice belonged to.

I try desperately to figure out what is going on then all I hear is a male voice turn to me. “Can I drown him?” I blinked with surprise, I knew this man. I just stood frozen, my “friend” ran off into the distance and I stood there, still in shock. “What is wrong with you? Why didn’t you say no?” I blinked again before answering, struggling to find my voice. “Because I wanted it” I caught myself saying, he would know that I truly meant I had brought it all upon myself. All my previous actions. “You sure didn’t look like you wanted it”

I hated being at their mercy. Had I really gotten better with protecting myself at all, or was I just deluding myself? My head swam as my body struggled for oxygen. I barely registered when the other guy clawed my pants off and brought his claws through my flesh. I barely heard their laughter as blood ran down my body from the wound. ‘Stay with me! You’re stronger than this. Fight for Enzo and Titan. FIGHT!’ a voice screamed in my head. There was an authority in that voice that helped to clear some of the fogginess. I grabbed hold of the fact that I had them. I told him to come back to me, so I would be coming back to him too.

As he continued facing the window, deep in contemplation, a soft voice cut through the silence of his office. “Wyatt,” his younger sister – Beth – called out. The sound of her gentle voice startled him, and he swiftly spun around to see her. Large, doe-like eyes, the colour of rich chocolate, regarded him with warmth and affection. A soft smile graced her lips, a silent reassurance that she was there for him. Beth had a slender and graceful figure; her movements were fluid and gentle. Lustrous mahogany brown hair cascaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, framing her face with a softness, and adding to her approachable demeanour.

The cacophony of my anguish reverberated through the disintegrating dreamland, an anguishing symphony reflecting the unraveling threads of my sanity. "Liam!" My voice, strained with fear, echoed in a crescendo of torment. The name reverberated into the void, intertwining with the macabre backdrop of the collapsing castle and the sinister whispers of the distorted elders. Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive.

I was in a fragment of my semi-consciousness… I think. Glad that I was feeling alive and that every part of my body seemed to be intact, I slowly peeled my sight off the blueish ceiling that was in my line of view. I managed to look towards the right and the familiar fullness of Alessandro’s hair came into view. “Ale…” The voice was unlike mine. Weak, low, and hoarse, I surely needed tons of water to soothe the parchedness stalling the beauty of my voice. But despite the lowness of my voice Alessandro sensed my brief speech and his head instantly flew out of the bowed state it was in.

Soon all the stacked voices seemed to be separating to form the voice of different people. After the voice finished separating it now seemed as if a lot of people where chanting the mantra as some voices started sounding like the voice of little kids that was playing gleefully, you can even hear the sound of giggling while at the same time hear the sounding that seems to be like the voice of weeping kids. Apart from the childrens voice there was also that voice that seemed to be voice of adult mourning their dead. Some of the voice where soothing to the ear while some were hoarse, some painful at the same time others seems to be laced with age.