The Voice Of The Voiceless Novels & Stories

Prologue "Hold my hand, Amara…" a voice hollered in my ear. I was filled with anxiety, fear, and nervousness. I looked around and saw nothing but darkness. But that voice kept playing tricks on me. "Don't let go of my hand, Amara...please..." pleaded a voice that I couldn't see. All I can see is darkness. As I felt sorrow and pain, tears streamed down my cheeks. I'm not sure why I only hear sadness and pain in the voice I'm hearing right now.

He says to me and I am shocked. "What? When did that even happen?" Alpha Voice is a characteristic that alphas possess that can force another designation into doing what is commanded, even against their will. If used on a beta or an omega, it will cause great pain if they attempt to refuse the order. The voice is impossible to ignore or disobey.

I had reached my absolute limit, and I was acknowledging it not with shame but with the same cold clarity that Antonio himself prized. My voice came out hoarse, cracked from dehydration. The words scraped against my throat, painful and raw. Hours without water had left my mouth dry, my lips cracked and bleeding, my vocal cords strained. The voice that emerged barely sounded like my own—deeper, rougher, shaped by suffering into something almost unrecognizable. It hung in the air between us, these two simple words that constituted the most direct challenge I had ever offered him.

Through the roaring static filling my ears, a cold, heavily distorted electronic voice whispered directly into my ear, the breath freezing against my skin. "Shhhh. Stop fighting, Chairperson," the voice murmured, a chilling, mocking familiarity running through the mechanical tone. "It’s finally time to end the theater. It’s time to remember who you truly are."

I demanded and raised my voice to the spirits using their language. My voice echoed to the whole place. It’s a voice that could turn all the ghouls back to normal again in an instant. That’s the “Voice of divinity”. The voice that could purify souls in an instant whoever hears this voice. A power that only God could give. I took a deep sigh of relief. Everything went back to normal again but the black spirit who’s at fault. I have to find it first. --But how will I be able to find it?!

"THE SOUND THE FOUNDATION MADE IN THE MOMENT OF SACRIFICE. THE SHAREHOLDERS SEPARATED VOICE FROM BODY, COMPRESSED THE VOICE INTO A FINANCIAL INSTRUMENT, AND USED ITS RESONANCE TO GENERATE RETURNS." Silence. Three seconds. "They stole my grandmother's voice," Haley whispered, "and turned it into a credit card." The compass burned with an emotion that had no name. Something between fury and grief and the desperate urgency of a truth that had been buried for nine billion years and was clawing its way to the surface. The Figure, sitting beside the broken eggshell, dimmer than it should have been, raised its potential-formed head. Its luminous eyes were wet with starlight that fell like dying emb

I suck in a breath that feels like knives. My voice tears out of me in a whisper. “What kind of evil is this?!…” And then the tallest figure speaks with a voice like gravel dragged across bone. “Who calls for judgment?”

The voice was distorted, deep, and terrifying. ​"You are trespassing."

My voice betrays me. Fuck.

"You mean the one who actually leaked the secrets?" "What do you mean?" Brandon's eyes flickered. I deliberately turned my wheelchair to face Mary. "Do you know? The moment you pulled the trigger that day, our child was crying out in my mind." Mary shuddered violently. "No… that's impossible…" "Why not?" I fixed my gaze on Brandon. "Just as real as the 'voice' you've been so convinced of." Brandon suddenly grew agitated. "Stop spreading nonsense!" "Nonsense?" I let out a cold laugh. "Then why are you so nervous?"