Bangkai Voice

In a world of mana and swords, where power was considered the monolith of peace, Faust’s entire life was destroyed in a matter of minutes. Lost in the wilderness for a long time, his only companion was a voice in his head, which occasionally acted as his mentor. The voice taught him how to train, harness mana, hunt, and craft runes and potions. Faust is not a brawler; he relies on his intellect to navigate most situations. Detached yet not entirely cold-blooded, he faces the world with a calculating and pragmatic mind. ********* The novel has no system, no heavy romance, no harem, no OP skills, it's not wuxia or xianxia.

“She wakes up in a place between life and death — no memories, no voice, but shadows from the past whisper secrets she was never meant to hear…”

Drakar Mammon a demon of Pride and Greed tries to find his purpose and place on this planet, while he struggles with a fractured mind filled with hundreds of different voices.

Karina was an outcast, banished from the kingdom of Blackenroot because of the voice that dwelled inside her. A voice that could heal or destroy. A voice they claimed belonged to a siren, cursed and dangerous. She lived in the mountains, hidden from the world, with only her aging guardian for comfort—and a deep yearning to belong. But when the old woman falls deathly ill, Karina is forced to return to the land that cast her out in search of a rare green rose that could save her. There, in the forbidden garden, her song draws out more than the plants—it awakens something… someone. Prince Hereon of Blackenroot has long buried his emotions under stone. Cold, dutiful, and haunted by an unseen beast within, he has no use for softness—until he hears her. Her voice stirs the cracks in his soul. It terrifies him… and yet he cannot let her go. To save the woman who raised her, Karina agrees to his impossible request: to live within the palace, hidden behind a mask, and use her voice to soothe the shadows inside him. But some songs bring light. Others awaken monsters. And in a palace where power is deadly and secrets are buried deep, the nightingale’s magic may either heal a prince—or unravel a kingdom.

After the death of a cursed king, the empire falls into madness. How will the empire survive? Or is death always the winner?

Riva Chandiyal, a fresh face from the hills, with a soulful voice and eyes full of dreams. Megha Sinha, a shining star with a powerful voice and a carefully guarded heart. When they meet on India's biggest singing stage, admiration turns into connection, and music weaves a bond neither expected. But while Riva believes in wearing her heart on her sleeve, Megha has always hidden hers behind the spotlight. As feelings grow, so do the fears. In a world not ready for their kind of love, will their voices rise together-or be drowned in silence?

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

He’s her teacher. She’s his student. But nothing about this is innocent. She’s rich, unhinged, and has been stalking him for years—watching, planning, waiting. And now that she’s back in his life, she’s not asking. She’s taking. He swore he’d be the responsible one. He swore he’d stay away. But she’s everywhere—his classroom, his home, his mind. And the worst part? He doesn’t know who the real stalker is anymore.

Limping from what seemed to be possible for her, she tries to call out to guests in the room as her vision darkens from every step and second it takes. Balancing was to hard to manage making her lay down on the floor with her own pool of blood. Her mind spun in circles when noticing that the color she saw from the world was beginning to fade into a TV show that only black and grey were seen available. She emotionlessly smiled and collapsed on the floor as she hears shouts of terror from people making it the last sound she ever heard again. Her eyes closes shut when surprisingly, a voice is to be heard from her mind and as the voice spoke, she analyzed the voice as it seemed to be every voice in which games would normally count it as their guidance or a person who would be giving tutorials. Not knowing what to do with this voice, she calls out for it when the voice spoke a sentence that seemed to final and then a strong and horrible light appeared from her vision making her yelp in surprise. She hears the voice and turned to look at it but immediately catches on that it was not a person that was narrating it. She knew it was some sort of director. "Level 1, Skills added. Preparing for modification." The voice spoke out loud and clear. *** In a world where magic is real, find our Persephone Anderson's journey, she comes across allies, villains friends and romantic interests.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

He reached out, his hand brushing against hers. "Let me show you what it means to be truly desired," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. He holds her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leads her to the bed. His eyes burn with intensity as he gazes at her, his voice low and husky. "Come, Sarah, let me touch you."

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where his classmate had been left alone. Join our discord server for fun, chill and to stay updated regarding novel. https://discord.gg/th6KWuRCRm Link for joining

"Writer’s block is one thing. Being too lazy to even write is another. But waking up as a girl? Now that’s just ridiculous." At 19 years old, Joseph Angelito L. Ramondez is a NEET, a failed writer, and a professional procrastinator. He’s tried everything—every cliché in the book, every AI writing tool under the sun—but nothing works. His stories are uninspired, overdone, and completely ignored. Maybe he was just born too late for success. Or maybe he’s just destined to fail. Then, one morning, he wakes up to find himself in a female body—long, flowing silver hair, piercing blue eyes, and all. Instead of freaking out, his first thought is: "Maybe I can finally write a good gender-bend story now." Armed with a new perspective (literally) and a renewed (though still lazy) sense of purpose, Joseph sets out to turn his bizarre new reality into a bestselling novel. But can he actually finish a story for once? Or will his procrastination, crippling self-doubt, and newly complicated life get in the way? ________________ Tags:Genderbender,Slice Of Life,Male to female, Echii

Having forgotten even the shape of its name, a voice drifts through an endless ocean of nothing. Emotions cling to it like distant echoes; unfamiliar, yet aching with meaning. They stalk the soul like memories that never were. And so it drifts, lost in musings of what might have been… until, at last, it becomes more than a voice. More than thought. Something stirs. Fragile, and dangerously real.

EXCERPT "Do you know what I love about you, Stella?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous as his eyes darkened with desire. Before she could respond, Simon leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck. Slowly, his fangs emerged, glinting in the dim light. His fingers traced a path along her skin, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver through her. "Those pure, innocent doe eyes of yours," he murmured, his voice almost tender, "the way they plead with me, like you think you can stop me." Panic flared in her chest, and she pressed against his firm body, trying to push him away. "Sir, please... I am married. This is wrong—it’s a sin to go after a married woman." His response was a low, rumbling chuckle that sent chills down her spine. It wasn’t just the sound of it; it was the darkness behind it. The amusement in his laughter terrified her. "And I am a sinner, my little fish," he replied, his voice dripping with menace as his eyes flashed with hunger, before sinking his fangs in her neck.

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

The Veil Between Shadows: She lost her voice. Now she may decide the fate of two worlds. Elara has lived in silence since a mysterious curse stole her voice. When a stranger arrives in her village and the elder is found dead with a crimson feather, secrets begin to surface—secrets tied to an ancient prophecy and a hidden realm of shadows. A diary, a key, and a single line change everything: “A Child of Silence shall rise, bearing salvation or destruction.” Now Elara must uncover the truth, face the darkness beneath her village, and find power in the one thing everyone sees as her weakness—her silence.

Oliver has always felt something was missing—an ache in his chest, a voice in his head, and memories that don’t belong to him. Plagued by guilt over a girl he doesn’t remember losing, he spirals into sleepless nights and haunting whispers. Then, everything changes. After a blinding headache and a voice calling his name, Oliver wakes up in another world—an ancient hut, a shimmering sky, silver trees, and a village out of a forgotten dream. He doesn’t know how he got there or why, but something—or someone—has brought him here for a reason. Visions of a mysterious girl, a tragic fate, and a world in danger pull him deeper into the unknown. The only clues? A strange portal, a distant figure watching him, and a single message that keeps repeating: “Save her.” But who is she? And what if he fails again?

*Synopsis:* Gu Shengsheng, a young woman betrayed by her boyfriend and step-sister, is rescued by Mo Qingcheng, a wealthy and mysterious stranger, on a stormy night. He proposes a marriage deal to her, promising to help her get revenge on those who wronged her. Despite initial reservations, Gu Shengsheng agrees to marry Mo Qingcheng, and they begin a complex and intense relationship. As Gu Shengsheng navigates her new life as Mo Qingcheng's wife, she must confront her past traumas and learn to trust her husband. Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng's true intentions and motivations remain unclear, adding to the tension and suspense. Cover solely owned by the author

"Stay with me."She requested. "To the eternity, Princess." His soft but deep voice embraced her loneliness.

This novel is inspired by novels where heroines can hear the villain's inner voice, but the main character is the protagonist in the original story not the villain whose voice audible to the heroines. No NTR ---- Chen Fan descends from the mountain after learning from his master for 10 years. The purpose? Of course, to enjoy life and reach the pinnacle of greatness. But there’s something strange about the girls he meets… ---- A/N : This is my first novel, and since English isn't my native language, I kindly ask for your understanding regarding any awkward phrasing or grammatical errors. Your feedback is greatly appreciated.

Matin appeared as a man and entered a world where everything was white—white, and white again. Suddenly, a voice was heard; a woman’s voice, a call that came and changed everything.

"Long ago, the Cursed Supreme , Zorthaal was sealed away, his soul bound to a newborn child—Layron. He was meant to die, but a warrior saved him. Years later, weak and ridiculed, Layron longs for strength. That’s when he hears the voice—a whisper of power and revenge. Zorthaal has been waiting, and with every desperate wish, the seal weakens. Now, hunted by the Protectors and manipulated by the darkness within, Layron faces a choice: resist the voice or become the monster fate intended. Because once the seal breaks—Zorthaal will return.

Fuyu listens to a voice bringing her to a mysterious workplace, now she needs to decipher her coworkers truths to find out what brought her to the workplace in the first place.

Are your own voices echoing in an empty room more frightening, or is it being alone in that room with loneliness itself? How did I get to this situation? How could I be so reckless? Why did everyone see my life as normal? Why is it that while I'm running to hell, there are only spectators around me? As it is stated in Surat al-Kahf: "And you will understand that you will find no refuge other than Allah.” This verse became a light in the darkness surrounding my life, and I finally realized that I had no one to take refuge from except my Lord. I have found no other refuge from him. When I said that everything was over, my great miracle was included in my life. But I'm not worthy of him, nor is this heart of mine sensible enough to understand that… I guarantee a story that you will read with bated breath... how many pieces will Merve's world be divided into? Will Furkan be able to heal his wounds, or will he deepen those wounds even more? This is the story of finding yourself, getting lost and surviving... Are you ready to step into Merve's world now?

Icarus A short dramatic story told in the voice of quiet devastation. Icarus—raised in shadows, trapped between a cruel father, a mother’s betrayal, and the illusion of a love that never saved him. He wasn’t searching for an ending… but the ending found him. His final voice isn’t a cry for help, but the echo of a heart that broke in silence.

Ray Whitehart who was dumped by his girlfriend recently, went to his favourite place to clear his mind but next day he woke up in his room where he felt changes in his body but then he heard the voice in his mind who told him the reason of these changes in his body " Ray you are not human anymore, now you are a vampire" which made him question the sanity of the voice but then the voice asked him to meet it in the cafe in front of his college. When Ray got there , he saw the person he didn't want to see , his ex girlfriend ,Anna He tried to walk away but she had different plan as asked him loudly from far when she saw him while walking toward him with her friends " Ray what are doing here ? Are you still following me in hope that I will patch up with you? " " No , I came here to meet someone else" Ray said to Clarify as he tried to ignore her But - " How can a poor loser like afford to meet someone here in the most expensive cafe in the city?" Anna asked in sarcasm to humiliate him and as if this was not enough , she even called the cafe manager to get him out of cafe who believed her as he saw the cheap clothes of Ray but then- " He came here to meet me " they heard someone say this. Ray who heard the voice , knew that this was the person who called him here. " And Who are you?" Anna asked in frustration while they were turning toward the voice . But she didn't expect to get the answer " I am his new girlfriend" They saw a beautiful girl coming toward them who grabbed the hand of stunned Ray .

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?