The Voice In My Head Book Novels & Stories

Slowly, I brought my hands to my face and realized my nails had grown into something that could easily be classified as a weapon. The muffed scream that left me surprised me mainly because it was my own hand that slapped over my mouth to silence me. I didn’t do it. “I did. Stop freaking out, you need to finish what you started before those morons realize they brought in the very monster they were hunting,” the voice scoffed as if it was annoyed by me. I couldn’t understand why all of a sudden there was a voice in my head and most of all - why it felt like it had the right to scold me.

I gritted out, not bothering about the fact that I sounded insane, talking to the voice inside my head but I was unwilling to let go. The voice chuckled, you can no longer fight me, make this easier for yourself and let go. “Screw you and screw that.” I gave a yell as liquid started coming out from my nose and ears, with the metallic scent in the air, I knew that it was blood. You are hurting us. “There is no us, just me.” I replied as it chuckled. Then it eased its fight for dormancy in my head. The headache reduced instantly and I was skeptical, my barriers were still up and I was tentative if it had truly let go.

I was ready to burn what I was instructed to burn. Don't. I jumped back at the sound of a voice deep in my head. It wasn't Mama's voice. It wasn't a voice I recognized. I grabbed the paperwork, threw it into a metal trashcan by the window. I tried to drop the match, but it felt as if something was holding my hand. Terror coursed through me as the match continued to burn in my hand. Don't. Don't burn it, Alisande. "Get out of my fucking head!" I cried. But this spirit didn't listen. Her voice, deep and rich with authority and confidence, continued to hold my hand still and fester in my head.

Perhaps she'd given a hint on who murdered her in cold blood when the person hadn’t been caught. As I opened the first page, I heard a voice in my head. But it wasn't my wolf talking to me. The voice was incoherent, but it sounded like a warning. I ignored it and started reading until the voices grew so loud that I had to drop the book to maintain focus.

"You can't do that to him. If you let me take over, I will get you out of here." My heart starts to race as realization dawns over me. This voice is coming from inside my head. . . . "Oh, my god," I mumble under my breath. "What?" Savina asks in irritation. "Quit mumbling to yourself, you freak." I take a deep breath. The voice is gone. That was literally just my imagination, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm about to look at Savina and fire a comeback when the voice speaks in my head again.

Did she or whatever it is just say she is my head? “How can you be in my head? Damn this is crazy talking to myself,” I smack my forehead upon realizing how weird I must be right now. “I’m just imagining things. That’s what I’m doing. There is no one speaking to me. And there is certainly no way a voice other than my own can be in my head,” ‘When you’re done convincing yourself, tell me.’ Instantly I am overwhelmed because it is starting to feel real. There really is a voice in my head. A freaking voice that doesn’t belong to me.

It came from inside my head. My heart almost stopped. “What the actual fuck,” I whispered aloud, stumbling backward so fast I nearly tripped over the edge of the bed. Silence. Then the voice sighed dramatically inside my skull. “Will you stop freaking out. It’s honestly embarrassing.” I stared blankly into space. Nope. Absolutely not. This had officially crossed into insanity. “Who the hell are you,” I thought immediately because apparently my brain decided that mentally responding to mystery voices was a normal thing now.

I didn’t provide him an answer but continue to just looked around the place, one more time to find where the voice is coming from. He made me look at him. “ What’s going on?” he asked, now concerned. My hand's quiver as I heard what the voice commanded, and open the 30th page of the blank book but nothing is written on it. “ Devon! What’s happening?” Alpha Antonio said, watching me tremble into the words that only I, is hearing. He didn’t hesitate to grab the book out of my hand and throw it somewhere, only then the voice became louder. I shrieked. “In the sun! Try to open the book directly on the rays of the sun,” I shouted because the ringing in my ears wasn’t stopping. As confused as he i

Your book cover" was the answer from his head. "What? You are answering from my head?" Tom could not fathom it, he was half-expecting that a lot of murderous voices will boom out of the book or a screech of writings in blood will start unraveling themselves on the book, however, the next he hear is a voice booming from his head as on that day he first touched the book; when it was arguing with him.

That weird voice in my head of an old man ruined my mood. I neglected it first, but it came back over and over. "Fuck off, old man!" I shouted in my head. "I don't know who you are, and you keep popping into my head like it is nothing." "Don't give in to your temptations," The voice in my head mentioned again. "What temptations are you talking about? Are you saying I should not do it with her?" This always ran behind my head while getting aroused.