Goanimate Voices

A detective finds himself thrust into a nightmarish world of horror and mystery when a strange sigil mysteriously appears on his chest. As he struggles to uncover its origins, he becomes haunted by voices that echo in his mind. Desperate to unravel the truth, he grapples with the terrifying question: Are these whispers a sign of a deeper conspiracy, or is his sanity slipping away?

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him. ========================================= Check out my other ongoing series! On Webnovel: Valkyrie Smash. On patreon.com/Nomanalive Last Man On Earth, When There Is No Earth? Eating Souls In Another World.

Title: Silent Strokes When silence speaks louder than words. Synopsis/Blurb: For five long years, Iris Blackwood has chosen silence over words, her voice buried beneath the weight of a haunting tragedy. In a world that demands constant communication, her notebook becomes her shield and her voice. To her classmates, she’s a puzzle—an enigma they either mock or ignore. But to Cassian Gray, the school’s enigmatic top student and secret artist, Iris is more than a mystery. She’s his muse. When an unforeseen event forces Iris and Cassian into an unexpected partnership for a major school competition, their worlds collide in ways neither could predict. As Cassian sketches the girl behind the notebook and Iris uncovers the boy behind the perfect façade, sparks fly—but so do complications. Cassian has secrets of his own, secrets that could either save Iris or destroy them both. In a high school buzzing with drama, secrets, and budding emotions, Iris must decide if she’s ready to confront her past, reclaim her voice, and risk her heart—or if staying silent is the only way to survive.

[Potential user detected. Starting the affinity test...] [Affinity over 95%. Starting the contract with the potential user.] [Does the potential user accept the terms of the agreement?] In his unconscious state, Thomas could hear several voices in his mind, but in his current state of near death, how could he say anything? [The silence was perceived as confirmation. Procedure to register Thomas Ries as a single user. Please, do not die before the procedure is completed.] [Starting all system functions. Time to finish: 10 seconds.] [Procedure completed. Welcome to the Deity Index System.] Author notes: Hello everyone I'm StormEliteVII. The same author of the novel Supreme Origin: Time King. This time it is my fourth time writing a novel after I learned much in these past couple years. I hope you all enjoy the reading. Chapter releases are Monday, Wednesday and Friday

In just fifteen days, a massive asteroid was predicted to strike Earth—a looming threat slicing through the dark heavens, a stark and unforgiving reminder of how small and fragile our world truly was amidst the endless expanse of the universe. The government, with voices brimming with confidence, stepped forward to calm the masses. They declared they had a plan—a brilliant strategy to divert the asteroid’s path. “There’s no need to worry,” they assured, their words polished and unwavering. “We will protect you.” Yet, amidst these bold promises, a gnawing question lingered: could we truly afford to sit idle, entrusting our fate to assurances that sounded so effortlessly convincing? Was waiting, doing nothing, truly the wisest course when the clock ticked mercilessly forward, pulling us ever closer to the edge of catastrophe?

In a world of magic and monsters, 12-year-old Lyra is an orphaned street adventurer, struggling to provide for herself and her little sister, Emmy. Life is hard, but Lyra clings to her dreams of gaining enough strength to protect them both from the dangers lurking in every shadow. When she stumbles upon a mysterious tailor’s shop, filled with armor and artifacts that carry voices from beyond, Lyra unknowingly steps onto a path of power, mystery, and revenge. Guided by whispers of the past, and haunted by her parents’ tragic deaths at the hands of a secretive organization, she begins to unravel a dark conspiracy that reaches far beyond her small town. But with every step, Lyra must decide: How much of herself will she sacrifice to gain the power she seeks?

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

"In a world where silence hides secrets, she hears everything... Growing up, Ava knew fear all too well. Her parents’ cruelty left scars deeper than anyone could see—except for her. Because Ava isn’t ordinary. She can hear people’s thoughts, each one revealing hidden truths, silent lies, and dark desires. Then one night, her parents are found dead. With no clues as to who did it, she’s taken in by a quiet stranger who seems to know more than he lets on. Her new life promises safety, but also secrets—secrets that whisper in her mind and hint at a past far darker than she could have imagined. As Ava digs deeper, she realizes that the key to unlocking her past could cost her everything. But to find out the truth, she’ll have to risk listening to the voices she fears most.

Excerpt: “Come on, babe, let’s do it,” Alex murmured, his lips still brushing softly against hers. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his. “Do you have it?” she asked, her voice steady, but her cheeks flushed. Alex paused, his lips hovering mid-air as confusion flickered in his gaze. He stared at her, trying to process. “condom,” she clarified, her face now turning even redder. ……… Daisy seeks revenge for her father’s murder, but falls in love with the mafia lord responsible. Pregnant and torn between love and vengeance, she must confront a devastating truth—and a deadly choice. Excerpt 2: “You’re really going to walk away from this?” she managed to ask, her voice steady now, but her hands shook beneath the table. “Just like that? After everything?” “Yes,” Alex said simply, his voice detached, as if they were talking about something trivial. “I don’t have a choice.” Daisy stood up abruptly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. Every eye in the restaurant seemed to turn toward her, but she didn’t care. The room spun as she struggled to steady herself. She glanced at him one last time—a fleeting, desperate look that said everything she couldn’t put into words. “No,” she said, her voice now trembling with emotion. “No. I can’t… I can’t do this. I won’t let you decide this for me.”

“What… what have you done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien released her hand and stepped back, his expression grim. “The blood bond is complete. You’ll find that running from me will no longer be an option.” Her eyes widened as the realization sank in. The bond wasn’t just a physical restraint; it was something far deeper, more insidious. She clenched her fists, trembling with rage. “You had no right—” “I had every right,” he interrupted, his voice sharp. “You’re mine to protect now, whether you like it or not.” Liana opened her mouth to argue, but a sudden ache in her chest silenced her. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but an unsettling emptiness that only seemed to ease when her eyes met Damien’s. “What… what is this?” she asked, her voice shaking. “The bond,” Damien said simply. “It ties us together. The further you stray from me, the stronger it pulls you back. And the more you fight it, the more you’ll crave my presence.” Her knees buckled, and she sank back into the chair, her mind racing. The thought of craving Damien, of needing him, made her stomach churn. “You’re a monster,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Damien’s expression hardened. “You can hate me all you want, Liana. But you’ll stay alive. That’s all that matters.”

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Just an ordinary high school student, Shuu Suzumura, is currently facing a dilemma. It's because he keeps hearing voices announcing that he has acquired new skills, even though he has no recollection of doing anything to earn them. "You have acquired a skill. You have acquired a skill. You have acquired a skill. Etc..." In other words, it's extremely annoying. ** This story will be going through heavy editing, and even a rewrite. Please stay tuned.

Enchant with Magic, Execute with Guns and Engage with Cooking. Three things with nothing in relation to each other, but then again, when was there ever logic in this world? Awakening from death in another world of infinite possibilities with voices in his head and a gun on his hip, Tristan set sail. Ancient Leviathans, Mighty Dragons, Mythical Titans and more, Tristan would have to deal with them all in this new world as an outsider not burdened by it. And was he up to the task? Well... Let's find out shall we?

In the land of Drakastradorn, where magic exists, so does many races..friendly, neutral or hostile, exists a race called "The above order", leaded by the order of the crimsons, & the queen Marafyre THE absolute, a tyrannical monarch, standing against the hierarchy is The rebel alliance of Drakastradorn, one man woke up, not knowing much what happened, his name was Shotaro, Mugyiwara Shotaro, woke in a jungle naked, he meets an Elf ranger & befriended her, but there was a problem, Shotaro, althroght knew he was from earth, had a blury past, he didn't knew how he was transported in this world..was it a truck?.....was it a train or bus?...did he got summoned, he doesn't know, he gets cursed with fate worse than. death by a black Katana that keeps following him around, along with the misfortune ridden artefact he is hearing voices, he must also find the secret of those voices...that tell him to..save people ..Keep moving forward . Shotaro: journey of a hero is an action pack, dark, gritty, r rated story about a man that kept moving beyond the misfortune of his new life, it also have the charm of the isekai genre... but presents it in a different way.

Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours? . . . “Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.” Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?” The woman’s voice perks up, excited. A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about? The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.” “Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?” Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature? “Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.” The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.

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

Infected with some sort of Parasite, Paris is a student in college that has struggled with voices in the back of his head. For as long as he's been alive, has dealt with them until someone comes along to help get rid of the voices. Lena and Leon are dealt with the task of helping Paris get his life fixed or end it. Unsure what to do or how to do it, they travel with Paris to Chicago in hopes of finding help from a god, only one from great Norse Mythology.

For three grueling years, Lia served as a dutiful servant to the cold, arrogant billionaire Adrian Blackwell, enduring his cruelty and dismissiveness. Her only solace was the mysterious voice that guided her—a voice promising her a staggering reward of $50 million if she obeyed every one of Adrian’s commands. On the final day, as the clock struck midnight, Lia’s sacrifice was rewarded. The money was hers, tax-free, as promised. Without looking back, she vanished, determined to start a new life. But Adrian couldn’t let her go. For reasons even he couldn’t explain, her absence left a void he couldn’t ignore. When their paths crossed again, he demanded she return to him, only to discover someone unexpected in her life—a suave, enigmatic man who claimed to be her lover. The twist? Lia had no recollection of him, yet his voice was eerily familiar. Caught between a man who mistreated her but now seeks redemption, and another whose existence defies logic, Lia is drawn into a whirlwind of secrets, love, and betrayal. As she pieces together the truth, Lia discovers that the voice guiding her may have been far more than it seemed—and the stakes of her choice might go beyond money, love, or even life itself.

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

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.

There is a guilding voice that has been leading and directing Onyedikachi Ibinike into trials and tribulations to forge him into the hero that Wazobia needs . Will he accept it or throw it away. the choice is his.

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

I’ve spent three years serving the cold and ruthless Alexander Hawke. Fifty million dollars was promised for my obedience, but at what cost? The closer I get to freedom, the more I realize how entangled my fate is with his—and with a shadowy force I can’t escape. Just when I think I’m free, a stranger appears in my life. Nathaniel Blackwood claims he’s been with me all along, and the voice I thought was my conscience? It’s his. Now I’m caught between two men—one who holds the key to my past and the other who threatens to destroy my future. Alexander says he wants to make amends, but how can I trust him after all he’s done? Nathaniel promises to help me unravel the truth, but I can’t shake the feeling that he's hiding something. Who can I believe when my life is built on lies? And when the stakes are higher than I ever imagined, who will pay the price for my escape? Will I choose the man who’s owned me, or the stranger who claims he always has? Secrets, betrayal, and the heart-wrenching truth await—what will Alexander find when everything is laid bare?

In the era of world evolution, myths and legends of supernatural beings begin resurfacing. People awaken abilities related to their beliefs and cultures. Many compete to survive, some to dominate and those that exist to destroy. Who arises from the corpses of millions, Who will stand to rule or be among those that rule, who shall leave a mark in this era of chaos and destruction?

Meiganon She was an assassin in her previous life; while on a mission, she died as a result of an ambush; she thought it was the last of her, but she was abruptly awakened and had an additional weird voice in her brain. The voice eventually revealed itself to be a system, and it was the one who restored her; he warned her that it has a task for her, and if she refuses to complete it, she will die again. Well, what's the mission? Bring it on, Meiganon told the system, knowing she isn't one to back down from a mission.

"Was it worth it?" An ethereal voice sounded in the mind of the young man that was floating in the starry river. This youth has a white long hair and eyebrows that made him look unfettered. However, a hint of sorrow can be felt on his tranquil face. It makes one feel lonely. "I've finally reached the summit of the world. I am now an Immortal." As the young man freely let himself be carried by the currents of time, he looked back to his life that was full of sacrifices and tragedies. "Was it worth it?" The Immortal young man repeated the question of the ethereal voice as tears fell down on his serene closed eyes. "Oh, Heaven." The Immortal's voice sounded in his mind. "If I am an Immortal then, why can't I go back time?" "Oh, child." The ethereal voice replied. "There is no such thing as going back time. The world only revolves forward. Time itself is only a concept; to put description to the events, to the happenings, to the certainties.." "..even I, the Heaven itself, do not have this kind of omnipotent power. As after all, it does not exist." The Immortal let out a mouthful of air full of indignant feeling as he opened his eyes that looked like the sun and moon. "I understand that being Immortal is a lonely path, Heaven. Yet, despite prepared, how I wish I did not pursue this after all." "However, you are here already." The ethereal voice responded. "You are not alone, child. You have me to accompany you for the rest of the infinity." Hearing the ethereal voice response, the Immortal only let out a sigh as he mentioned, "Maybe I'm just tired of living, Heaven." "I will bid good night for now." The Immortal's eyes closed once more as he quietly fell back to sleep. "Sweet dreams, Immortal." Seeing this, the Heaven did not stop the Immortal from going back to sleep as its final voice faded.

Malia has to make a choice: either let the curse into herself, or risk losing her father. She chooses to let it in, and the mark of the cursed is transferred to her from her father. A young girl of fifteen, bearing a curse because of her father's actions, and the only way to lift the curse is to kill the entire bloodline of the Lunate family. But, even after the curser is dead, Malia continues to hear voices and experience other supernatural events. And her family is isolated from the rest of the world. She fell inlove, but then they discovered that her lover is actually a member of the lunate family and is the last of the curser's bloodline. Malia is again faced with a terrible choice; she has to kill the boy she loves in order to break the curse. Can she do it? Does she ever find peace or happiness after all that's happened?

Unruly gods Caelum, Lucius, and Riven were banished to the mortal world for raging countless wars in the immortal realm. For a thousand years, their immortal souls wandered aimlessly. Until a young boy heard their voices.