Novel & Cerita Vocaloid Fear Garden

“I’m a bit scared here.” There was a brief pause before I finally heard Julien’s voice. “Alright… I’ll sing. But don’t blame me if I’m off-key.” His words made me smile, even though anxiety still lingered in my mind. Julien’s voice flowed gently, and I could feel the warmth in the notes he sang. The song he sang was a soft melody in French. I didn’t understand all the lyrics, but the gentle tune calmed me. His voice was low and warm, echoing softly through the gaps in the bamboo. Each note helped me forget the fear that had taken over.

Lorenzo's POV I was back at the garden, cladded in white robes like the other day. But I had a strange feeling, it was fear. I felt overwhelmed by it. Looking around with fright, trying to catch a sight of someone, I heard a voice. "Are you afraid?" the voice asked, reeking of hostility. "Is that you? I am afraid, please. Is that you, Zybal?" I asked, my voice low, to plead. "It's me, the great Zybal. Are you afraid of your own shadows because I am not scary," Zybal responded with a hint of mockery.

Hayden gave me some brief information about the sad garden where we are. The place was indeed a garden but didn’t have any colors or life that a garden should emit. It was gloomy and also held a creepy vibe of being haunted. I shivered since I was not a fan of any horrifying films and things. “You’re kidding, right?” I quickly pulled her arms, and with fright creeping up inside, I looked around the place. “Why? Not a fan of horrifying things?” Amused, Hayden noticed what I was afraid of. I want to erase that smug look on her face, but I can’t. I’m scared.

One broken, tired, frightened. "SILENCE." My voice exploded outward. The Fae illusions shattered like glass. The resistance fighters blinked, shook their heads, looked around at the bodies of friends they had killed. The Fae themselves staggered, their hands going to their ears, their eyes wide with something that looked like fear. I did not stop. I could not stop. My voice filled the courtyard, filled the keep, filled the night. It was not singing. It was something older. Something deeper. Something that did not need melody or rhythm or words.

“I’m too scared.” Carla sighed and pulled against the chain around her neck. The sound vibrated through the dungeons. “Great, if we were trying to get their attention, we’re doing a great job,” Delilah said, moving to the door to see if the guard was back. “Sorry,” Carla said. “It’s the only way to relieve stress around here.” “Please forgive me, Miss Delilah,” Aidy whispered, failing to clean her face of tears. “I’m scared.”

The command **>Initiate Defense Protocol: Lullaby** hung in the air, a silent detonation in the heart of the garden's core. It wasn't a weapon. It was a symphony. A carefully composed piece of digital warfare designed to pacify, to disorient, to gently unravel the resolve of any who threatened the bloom.

I’m a tuning fork for chaos. "Lily…" Eira’s voice is a threadbare whisper, choked with terror. She’s pressed against the far wall, away from the spreading stain, but her small hands are clenched into fists, knuckles white. Her eyes aren’t blank with fear now. They’re wide, horrified, focused inward. On the nursery. On Eos’s other children. "The little ones… the garden… it burns. Inside them. The Blood… it sings to them. A bad song. They’re scared. They’re… changing." Her breath hitches, a sob trapped in the thickening air. "Can’t… can’t hold it back much longer. The song is loud. So loud."

All he wanted to right now is a safe and a peaceful environment for his beloved wife Hazel. The humans ranking system is divide into 8 ranks. After awakening most warriors are ranked on the starting point. It's called beginner's phase which is rank F, E, D. Each level has a difficulty. According to the research organization F is the lowest rank point and has the ability to fight a lowly level monsters//demon/alien. But each level has a huge gap.

"I wouldn't change anything either, my life has been worth living since you appeared in it, my beautiful Luna Queen, my mate, I love you Georgina my Fearless Luna." "I love you my mate , my Alpha King." END

Daya looks down at this small girl. “I can’t wait to have a Luna. Especially one as pretty and brave as you. I’m going to be a warrior when I get older too!” Phoebe flexes her small arms, which are void of any muscle tone. And she grits her teeth together and lets out a growl, or what I think was supposed to be a growl. I can’t help but smile at her cuteness. I feel Daya’s emotions change through the bond. Gratitude is all I feel from her now. Thank you, Phoebe!