Who Voices Varian In Tangled Novels & Stories

The battery had been full just minutes ago. A faint hiss broke the silence — static, faint, like an untuned radio. It was coming from somewhere above, through the speaker of the elevator intercom. “Hello?” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Is someone there?” No answer. Just that low, eerie hum. Then — a whisper. So soft, she almost thought it was in her head. “Lily…” She froze. The voice wasn’t Alex’s. It was low, distorted — masculine, but warped through static like it came from miles away.

A second voice cut is real, not recorded. “Well. Isn’t this dramatic.” Dorian turned sharply. A figure emerged from the shadows of the glass corridor tall, lean, impeccably dressed. Maskless. Adrien Voss. He clapped slowly. “You children have made such a mess. And all for what? One girl’s guilt? Another’s revenge?” Dorian stepped forward, voice like stone. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Adrien smiled. “I’m supposed to be many things.” He raised a device in his hand. It blinked red.

I question. They both look at me with childish smiles on their faces. “So what Disney movie are we watching after this?” Mr. Varallo asks, grinning like an idiot. “OMG, have you seen tangled!” Luca sings a song from the cartoon out loud causing a few glances from people. Are these grown men? “That song slaps!” Vincenzo laughs, earning more glares from people. “My eardrums, please.” I cry slamming my head on the table. “Stop shouting.” I mumble.

But even as he spoke, Selene’s thoughts kept drifting back to Ronan—his smile, his unwavering support, the way he had always believed in her, even when she doubted herself. And then, the faintest of noises caught her attention—a soft knock at the tent flap. “Enter,” she called, her voice hoarse. The flap parted, revealing Varian. His eyes were dark with exhaustion, and his shoulders slumped as though the weight of the world had settled on them. But when he saw her, his face softened, and he stepped inside. “You’re still at it, I see,” he said with a wry smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

she mused giggling softly as she tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ears. What did she think, openly flirting with a mated man? The image unraveling right in my face filled me with a sense of possessiveness even I wasn’t supposed to bear, but still… “Well, it’s always a pleasure to have you around,” Varic said, professionalism dripping from his tone, but I couldn’t help the discomfort I felt. After a second, he turned to me. “You may have heard already, but this is my long-lost Luna, Vanessa.” Ophelia turned her head mechanically towards me—as if she would have preferred to stay a few more years before being introduced to me. Her smile bloomed too wide to be real.

“Just be gentle. Pretend it’s glass.” That made him pause. He eased his grip, adjusting. The next attempt was clumsy but closer. A lopsided braid began to form, uneven and crooked, but it held together. Wren tilted her head, trying to see. “That’s better!” Varian squinted at his work like it might explode. “It’s not right.” “It’s perfect,” she said. When he tied off the end with a piece of elastic from Wren’s nightstand, the braid was more like a twisted rope with stray pieces sticking out everywhere.

He’d speak to her if I wanted him to, but I knew that it’d be best coming from. “I’m sorry to bother you, Kaia. My name is Violet, and I needed to speak with you. I understand that this line might not be secure, but it’s very important that we speak. I was told that you’d understand if I were to mention the valley of dreams underneath the stars.” I was highly surprised that my voice remained steady and collected despite the nerves bouncing around inside of me right now. “You’re right about this line, so I’ll give you a call right back from my personal number,” she told me before hanging up.

I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His eyes sparkled like an eager puppy wanting a pat. "I work at my family's company, love racing, don't smoke, drink, or gamble. No messy romantic past either. Selena, is there anything else you'd like to know? Even if it's something more private, I'm open." He shifted closer and closer, but a voice suddenly called out. "What are you two doing?" Snapping out of it, I quickly pulled away, only to see Connor standing there with Vanessa Kruger.

Alaric * "Thank you," I said, looking at the man who saved Moana’s life. Vlad Cornell, the first royal hybrid I had talked to him over the phone, shared my issue after Scarlett shared his number with me. I wanted to talk to him personally, but he wasn’t free to meet me at that moment. "Umm.. Elder or Alpha?" I asked, not sure what title I should use to call him. "Just Vlad will be fine." He spoke, sipping the blood that I offered him. Unlike wine, I had a stock of blood in the coven.

Her brush snagged on another knot yet again and she groaned and turned to Nathaniel who was checking himself out in front of the dressing room mirror. "Do we really have to go?" She asked again. "Sixty two times." Nathaniel's deep voice resonated through the large expanse of the room as he spoke. He looked with a satisfied expression at how the suit fitted his wide shoulders and did not give unnecessary space when it narrowed around his waist. He liked how the silver texture of the suit made it seem that his blond hair was glistening. "Good job, Peter," he mumbled, making a mental note to give his young tailor extra tip later.