The Voice Realm Novels & Stories

I ask He mildly caresses his temple "Pumpkin, please I need you to be patient. I will answer all your questions, okay?" "Okay." I murmur half-heartedly. He leans closer from the small table, ruffling my hair "Hey!" I protest, smiling anyways "Now back to your question" He clears his throat "... There is a realm called the Kard realm, and another called the Thgirb realm. Where we are is the Earth realm and where we come from is the Thgirb realm." I find myself sitting up, concentratedly.

The sentinels bowed. “You have faced your Echo,” they said. “You may now awaken the Guardians.” The Gate creaked and opened. --- Beyond the Gate They stepped into a realm untouched by time. The Vale of Ancients. Towering white trees stretched into infinity. The sky shimmered with dancing lights, and in the distance, a crystalline lake pulsed with the heart of the land. “This is…” Ressa trailed off, eyes wide. “Not of this world.” Lucien nodded. “This is the realm between realms. Where the first wolves met the first Voices.”

We had endured countless trials and tribulations, and now we stood on the precipice of the ultimate revelation. With a wave of their hand, the enigmatic figure summoned forth a shimmering portal. "Step through, seekers of truth, and unveil the shadows that bind you." As we stepped into the portal, a rush of energy enveloped us, transporting us to a realm, unlike anything we had encountered before. We found ourselves in a realm suspended between reality and illusion, where echoes of forgotten voices reverberated through the air. "Welcome to the Realm of Echoes," a disembodied voice whispered, its ethereal presence permeating our senses. "Here, the past and present converge, revealing the inte

I admit it, he is an excellent cook. "Ok, so you want to know about the drows," He said as he leaned on a chair and watched me eat. I nodded and he smiled. "Our world is governed by different realms. Human or Nature or 'Earth' realm is the world we live in... The one you have lived in all your life. The spirit realm is the cloak of things we half see, inhabited by fantastic creatures you heard of in tales and stories, those who would impact and change everything dramatically if ever they merge with our realm. It is a mystical place, similar to ours, but a safe haven for their kind. Us too if we ever wish to join them, as we were promised. But we, as well as the vampires, have chosen to remai

“Then take me there.” Ashen stared at him. “That path has never been opened.” “Then we’ll rip it open.” Ashen didn’t hesitate, He nodded once. And began drawing the forbidden circle. But as the ink completed, The ground split. From the fissure, a voice rose, Cold, Massive, Old, Not the Ink-Eater, Not the Queen. Something older. Something that wrote the Ink-Eater, The voice of the Realm itself. You trespass where grief becomes origin. You seek what was never meant to return, You chase a child that was meant to die.

We found ourselves standing at the threshold of a dark, otherworldly realm. A haunting voice echoed from beyond, echoing through the eerie expanse. "Welcome, seekers of truth," it whispered, its tone a tantalizing blend of menace and allure. Steeling ourselves, we stepped into the abyss, our senses heightened, and our hearts beating in sync with the unknown. The realm unfolded before us, a surreal landscape bathed in shades of black and silver, like a painting from a twisted dream. "Who dares trespass into the realm of shadows?" a deep, resonant voice boomed, reverberating through the air. From the depths of the darkness emerged a figure, cloaked in inky robes and crowned with a halo of obsi

In the otherworldly realm of the Beyond, Elain and Richard found themselves amidst a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and ethereal landscapes. The air was charged with a cosmic energy that tingled against their skin. As they gazed around, mesmerized by the celestial beauty, a disembodied voice resonated in the cosmic expanse. "Welcome, travelers of fate," the voice echoed, reverberating through the cosmic currents. "In this realm, your journey is shaped by the choices you make and the echoes of your past."

"Human. You have humans here?" She wouldn't like this. Most of the brides did not. "They serve me and now you, but they do not speak. They give up their voice to live in this realm." "I don't understand." I took her hand and pulled her along the hallway into the library. "They come from a realm called earth. Their families give them over when they are sick and dying. They live here without illness, but it comes with the cost of their voice." "But I keep my voice?"

muttered Ryder to himself. It wasn’t strange for Ryder not to know about all this. After all, there was only a handful of Domiensch Masters, which was why very few among them had even heard of there being a realm above the Domiensch Realm. Ryder was among them, and he had assumed that the Domiensch Realm was the highest he could go. Since he didn’t even know about the Deitus realm, there was no way that he’d know about fake primordial spirits being a thing.

Arden gasped as the mark on her neck flared again, brighter this time, hotter. It wasn’t just reacting. It was syncing. Her breath hitched. “It’s connecting…” Silas turned sharply. “To what?” She shook her head slightly, struggling to focus. “Not just me… to you… to this place…” “To the Realm,” Kael finished, realization cutting through his tone. Arden nodded. Yes. That was it. The Rogue Realm wasn’t just land. It was part of the prison. And they had just triggered its core. The creature paused.