Aizen Voice

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.

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…]

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."

Ezra Jameson is a boy from a small village in the Western empire who never obtained a soul animal in a world where everybody has a soul animal that they can bond with to obtain strength. Ezra, despite his handicap, he attends the Aizen College, an elite academy that trains powerful students. Although an impending doom approaches that threatens the world as a whole brought by the opening of the Gate of Eden. One hundred students from the Aizen College are sent out to go to find the gates of Eden and close them before all the Elder beings are released to the world.

“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.”

Dark Hex: The Eternal Curse When nineteen-year-old Kael Ashveil unwittingly awakens a cursed relic, he’s thrust into Devil’s Arcadia, a nightmarish realm where shadows are alive, survival is a game of wits, and power comes at a devastating cost. Marked as one of the Hexborne, Kael gains the ability to forge weapons from pure shadow—an advantage that could save his life, but one that also eats away at his sanity. In this world, every step is treacherous, every ally hides a secret, and every victory brings him closer to corruption. As whispers of an ancient prophecy name him the key to the cursed realm’s salvation—or destruction—Kael is hunted by the sinister Warden of Shadows, a creature bent on bending him to its will. With a battle-hardened mentor, a light-wielding outsider, and a mischievous shadow creature at his side, Kael must navigate a perilous journey to the heart of the Blighted Citadel. The fate of both Devil’s Arcadia and the mortal world hinges on a single choice: embrace the dark power within and risk losing himself—or destroy it and doom them all. In a realm where every shadow hides a threat, Kael must master his curse before it consumes him. Survival is the only rule. Redemption is a distant dream.

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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.

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.]

In the Mist of creation, a soul without a body, or a consciousness without a vessel, mysteriously ends up in the Void that connects all worlds across the vast infinities that is the Omniverse, it was a space beyond space-time and concepts, it was a collective of ideas that spread for all eternity, in the form of a thick mist Aizen Alistor is the name of that very man who mysteriously ends up in a space seamlessly impossible to enter, and yet the impossible seems to have occurred either way, and upon regaining his awareness he found himself without memories of his past life, only remembering his name. Although despite his ordeal he did not question his existence, and for what may have been millions of years, or a couple of seconds, Aizen floated and soak within the Mist of creation, slowly becoming one with it, his mind and consciousness were slowly becoming one with the collective. In normal circumstances, Aizen would have reached the realm of the creator if left undisturbed, but right before the assimilation was complete, a disturbance occurs as he heard a voice. The voice introduces himself as God, the reason he came before Aizen was that Aizen was the anomaly that almost brought forth the end of creation as two creator Gods cannot exist at the same time. However, the damage was already done, as the Assimilation process has already begun, as a last-ditch effort to reconstruct a counterbalance to even out the situation, The voice labeled as Mr. V by Aizen decide to make him a Demi-God, the one who rules over Karma, the Lord of punishment, now sent in a world where the concept of God is meanless, watch as Aizen struggles to save this ungodly land registered as Deux-S, a Cyber dystopian with a lot of problems. The time has finally come. God × Advance Technology, who will win, only time can tell, as violence is the only language that speaks true in Deux-S, watch as Aizen climbs his way to the top. The journey of success and tragedy begins. P.S Arts is not mines

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.

"You have gained the First Legacy," the voice said. "The power of the Starborn." Li Yunshi had no idea what this power meant. He had no idea what to do next. But one thing was certain. His life would never be the same again.

In a brutal and lawless slum, 16-year-old Aizen awakens in the body of a boy with his name, no family, and no future. But his despair turns to surprise when he discovers a mysterious cheat ability: the power to bring fictional characters to life. Bound by strict limitations— Feature: -Automatic 100% loyalty to summoner. -Get feedback from the summons. Restrictions: -Stories without any form of influence of MC. -Need a medium (books, manga, etc...) -Needs the number of souls to bring a fictional character to life. The number of souls needed depends on the strength of the fictional character. -Collected souls must have died under the MC or his summons' hand. With such a cheat in hand, Aizen's ultimate goal was to summon fictional characters that could destroy buildings with bare hands, summon demons and gods, and even summon villains, mad scientists and superheroes that would help him build his own kingdom!

"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.

Tough teen Shoji wakes in a warped, dying world after a mysterious voice calls him “chosen.” Faced with monsters and shadowy allies, he must survive long enough to discover why Nyx, the god of shadows, has dragged him into this nightmare.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

And the voice said, "You shall become a Slayer" Update frequency: 1ch/w. Background isn't mine, if your the author just drop down a review if you want it removed. Other than that enjoy the novel

In the idyllic coastal village of Vanhelm, a young farmer named Aelred leads a peaceful life with his family. But their idyllic existence shatters when ruthless soldiers clad in turquoise surcoats storm the village, leaving a trail of fire and death in their wake. Witnessing the brutal slaying of his parents and siblings, Aelred is filled with rage. Just as despair threatens to consume him, a mysterious voice offers a lifeline - a chance for vengeance and a second shot at life. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, Aelred accepts the voice's bargain, embarking on a path of power that will transform him from a nobody into a force to be reckoned with.

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Yen Chen reincarnated in a world of Cultivation after a mysterious death. In this cruel world where people die every day can Yen Chen survive to return to his family on Earth? Join Yen Chen's adventure along with his harem through this cruel and dangerous world where only might makes right. Warning: Grammar gets much better after 50 chapters [DISCLAIMER] I do not own this novel i only upload it in webnovel. CREDITS TO THE REAL OWNER: Fabioss

"Congratulations on dying and coming back my dear husband " Hearing a beautiful voice say that Clay opened his eyes. What greeted him was not the usual white ceiling of his hospital room. Instead it a vast blue sky.