Vocaloid Crack Novels & Stories

Before the voice of the wind god had finished, a crack appeared in the sky. The crack was not small, and it looked as if a giant hand were trying to pry it open. Seeing the crack, all the ancient gods’ faces twisted in disbelief. An angry roar from within the crack made their bodies tremble involuntarily; this was no ordinary tremor, but one that filled their hearts with terror. The younger generation and the weaker elders even fell to the ground, unable to rise again. Long Chen furrowed his brow.

No! The crack tries to seal itself shut immediately and I grip the edges, holding it apart with such sheerb effort that my body shakes. I hear my people’s voices vaguely like they may be across a river but all of me is centred towards holding that fine web. She is just beyond the crack, and hell if I will let her disappear. Paintstakingly, I inch through the gap, repelling its convulsive efforts to seal itself shut. Without being told, I know I lose her forever if I lose control of the crack.

The Veil whispered louder. Once, its voice had been background—distant, like wind across glass. Now, it roared in fractured tones, a chorus of despair and demand. Through its cracks bled images none of them could fully hold: forests withering into black sand, oceans boiling into void, skies spiderwebbed with fissures of unlight. But twined through the chaos was something else. A song. Not whole. Not steady. But there, undeniable. It wove itself from three distinct strands, each vibrating faintly against the other. The rhythm of roots. The pull of tides. The glow of the moon.

I explain. “What exactly are we trying to do here? I can barely see the fracture. It almost looks like a whisp of cloud,” Josie says. “Yes, it is much more subtle here, it's nothing like it is on the other side. That's why it has been so difficult to find,” Deacon adds. “I wonder why that is, but it doesn't really matter. That whisp you see shouldn't be there, you need to open it. Imagine it like a large sheet of ice that's blocking your way. Start chipping away at the crack in the ice until it's all gone,”

his voice was hoarse after letting his emotions go. “Daniel, can we have lunch tomorrow? For old times’ sake?” Britney Smith’s voice sounded sweetly on the phone.

I didn’t want to show that Ava girl the other side of me, but I would if she didn’t leave Chris for me. I opened my Wh*tsApp and rewatched the sex video Chris had with Ava. My mind boiled again. Ava was eating him raw, the manhood that was meant for me alone. My chest rose, and I swallowed hard. I called Chris’s phone and he answered on the second ring. “Yes? How may I help you?” he asked, a pinch of mockery in his tone. It was the first time I was calling him since we broke up. “I just wanted to…” I trailed off and cleared my throat.

Crack! Crack, crack, crack, crack! A series of faint yet distinct sounds, like eggshells breaking, rang out in everyone's ears. Ding Hao looked up and saw the transparent shield finally cracking like spider webs. With the bombardment point as the center, they began to spread out in all directions, increasing in number and density! "It's about to break down!" "Haha, this damn boundary formation is finally going to break down!" Someone cheered.

her voice was cracking. "No ... no ... you're breaking my heart, Sandy, tell me how? I want you in my life." She couldn't hold back the tears any longer, the day had turned from happy to sad within minutes. She held his face close to her, "I'll be here, I'm not going anywhere ... we can still be in each other's lives ... just not the way we want it ... who knows, maybe you'll go back home and find someone else and ..."

"I just want to thank everyone, who are here to celebrate with us for our wedding. To my wife, Andrea, I want to say thank you babe for making all this possible." He then started to serenade me and I was speechless. I had no idea that he could sing. He sang Destiny by Jim Brickman and I just started crying. I don't care if he is just doing it for the crowd, all I know is he is my husband now. And from this moment he is mine. I went up to the stage and captured his lips after he finished singing.