Voice Of Snapped Novels & Stories

a voic⁠e rasped i‌n my ear‌. Eld⁠e‌r V⁠ance. "Get off m‌e, old man!" I sn⁠arled, driving m⁠‌y elb‍ow backw⁠ard into hi‌s rib‌s with⁠ enough force to crack bone.

Something inside me snapped. My fingers tightened around her neck immediately. Unable to let go. Unable to release her. "How dare you keep doing that because I let you the first time?" I growled. "Do you not know who I am?" "No one cares who you are!" she snapped. "Whether you're the guardian of this forest or of the rivers or the war father of those cursed lycans, I do not care and I never will!" Her eyes burned into mine. "Now let me go this instant, you pervert!"

And beta Brandon wherever you are I hope you're alright, I hope you have the strength to fight because you’ll need it. HEAVY breathing Snap, snap, snap Growl

Snarls, triumphant howls, and the distinct, slick voice of Vorian, much closer than he should be. “I do believe the lion is otherwise engaged,” his voice echoed, dripping with venomous delight. “Time to collect the spoils.”

Why did I have to look earlier? A snap came from my side as I pushed up out of the river. I didn’t flinch, I didn’t want to turn and see him. The snap, I know, was for my benefit. There’s no way he would do that by accident. I wouldn’t give him what he wanted. “Freckles, I-” he started to say. God. His voice was like music, like honey, like the second-to-last bite of a decadent dessert. I almost forgot how it affected me.

he retorted mockingly. No sooner had he said that than he let out a blood-curdling scream. Just a second before that, everyone heard an unmistakable “crack!” come from the napkin. The tip of George’s finger had just been snapped.

Something deep inside me snaps, a fiery coil of frustration and humiliation bursting free. “Shut up!” I snarl, the growl reverberating in my chest as I lunge forward. The motion is instinctive, primal. My forehead connects with his nose in a sharp crack, and he stumbles back, caught off guard. A faint trickle of blood appears at the corner of his mouth, bright against his pale skin.

I twitched my tongue against my teeth, nearly biting my lower lip in frustration. “DID YOU HEAR ME?” I snapped, my voice slicing through the stillness as I stressed each syllable, letting the weight of my words sink in. “Y-yes,” he finally stammered, his voice weak and unsure. I exhaled sharply. “Now, as planned,” I began, my voice steady and firm,

Something in me snapped. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER—” She froze. “I don’t like the way you’re talking to me right now, old lady,” I said, my voice shaking with anger. “And I hate the way you act like you know anything about me when we are practically strangers.” My voice rose without control. Her face… For a second, it wasn’t her. It was my mother. I clenched my fists hard. “Did I ask for your advice?” I snapped. “Did I cry to you and ask you to treat me like his wife? Did I beg for your respect?”

A loud voice drips through the dark, the shrill of her voice feels like something rehearsed as her tone is filled with snark and a mocking tone. 𝑮𝑶𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷 𝑴𝑬! 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮?! Of course it is! DAMN YOU KAEL!