Amity Blight Voice

A grieving musician starts receiving mysterious audio files from his dead lover. But as the songs reveal secrets he never knew, he realizes he wasn’t the only one she left behind. A story of grief, guilt, and a final goodbye that was never finished.

Quelle quantité immense doit représenter la richesse d'une famille transmise pendant cinq mille ans ? Parfois, vous ne saurez jamais à quel point votre famille est réellement riche jusqu'à ce que vous poussiez un peu vos parents ! Ce n'est qu'après avoir hérité de la fortune cinq fois millénaire de sa famille que Zhang Menglong s'est rendu compte que la joie des riches est si simple. Président de banque, "Monsieur Zhang, s'il vous plaît, je vous supplie de déposer votre argent dans notre banque, et vous pouvez fixer le taux d'intérêt !" Fils de la plus grande famille riche de Huaxia, "Le monde entier appartient-il à votre famille ou quoi?" L'homme le plus riche du monde, "Je me sens comme un pauvre homme!" Famille royale européenne, "Monsieur Zhang, avez-vous une petite amie ? Si vous n’en avez pas, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en trouver une ? Sinon, cela vous dérangerait-il d’en avoir une de plus ? Que pensez-vous de la princesse de notre pays ?" Plus tard, Zhang Menglong a découvert que l'université que ses parents lui avaient laissée était la chose la plus impressionnante. En fait, être doyen s'est avéré encore plus réjouissant qu'être l'homme le plus riche du monde !

He returned from war with no voice, no strength… only silence. But sometimes, love doesn’t need words — it just needs to stay. A quiet story of pain, resilience, and the beauty found in stillness.

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha. Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women. He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.” He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud. I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul? Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death. But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life. ... Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people. Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish... [Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

In an era of global awakening of supernatural abilities, Lin Tianming awakens his SSS-level talent. He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, only to overhear the heartfelt thoughts of his school beauty girlfriend who hates him to the core. [Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? In my previous life, you let me down. In this life, I will not be fooled by your sweet words again!] Having a reborn girlfriend who is merely putting on a show is already troublesome enough, but little does he know, there's more than one person he has wronged. At this moment, each of them is on their way to find him! -------------------------- Features elements of Lovecraftian horror, with themes of inner demons, corruption, genetic ascension, mechanical ascension, and psionic ascension emerging in the later stages.

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."

I moved into this house for peace. What I found was a voice — whispering beneath the floorboards. At first, I thought it was in my head. Sleep-deprived illusions, the old wood creaking. But the voice grew louder. It called my name. It told me things only I should know. It begged. It threatened. It wept. And every time I listened... I changed. As days blur into nights and reality slips through the cracks, I no longer know if I’m the only one living here. Or if the house is alive — feeding on me, molding me, watching me. This is not just a haunting. This is a descent — into the darkest parts of a mind, and a house that refuses to let go. You might hear them too, once you start reading. But be warned… The deeper you listen, the louder they become.

In the snowbound village of Steinbruck, voices of the dead echo from the forest. When Father Benedikt hears his mother’s voice, long buried, he must confront a horror older than faith, wearing the faces of the ones they’ve lost.

Dearest Reader, this very story is one created for those who like stories. Mary is apparently reborn, despite not remembering her prior life. A voice is ringing inside her head, calling her the protagonist of the world. In the fantasy world she is living in from this point on, Mary is taking on a journey of emotions and magic. She is accompanied by a great number of people, most notably the seemingly omniscient voice which only she can hear. A meta-fictional story about stories, writing tropes and fiction itself.

In the tale of history and the shrouds of darkness , who was watching ?, who was calling? The Voices of the unseen watching from the rifts awaiting their time of calamity. In the Shadow of the gods and monsters , nestled between nations lies a placed not marked on any official map, A place known only to those who need it most. They call it the House of Red-Hill To the mundane, it's a charitable home for war orphans and lost children. A quiet estate just beyond the edge of the Nation of Aegis , run by a woman once hailed as the brightest mind but Red-Hill is no sanctuary . beneath its warm halls and shared meals , the children are trained in silence, secrecy, and survival. They are taught not to pray but to act, to kill , to protect. Each child is raised to not just face the monsters lurking in the shadows but to be bought , licensed, and employed by those afraid to relay on divine mercy alone. Some call it salvation, Others call it exploitation. But to the children of Red-Hill, its just home. And every night , when the rifts groan , they lie awake in their beds.... waiting for their next assignment.

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

In a world where speech is outlawed, one voice could start a revolution. Or end everything. Kael was raised in silence—just another forgotten soul in the crumbling outskirts of the Vowenrealm. But when blood is spilled and secrets rise, Kael discovers he holds a forbidden power: the ability to command with a single word. A Whisperer. Now hunted by a ruthless theocracy and haunted by the cost of using his gift, Kael must decide what he's willing to lose in order to set the world free—if he doesn’t lose himself first. The Last Voice is a dark, character-driven fantasy about power, memory, and moral fracture. Fans of grim settings, quiet rebellions, and morally grey protagonists will find much to love—and fear—in this tale. New Chapters on Mondays @ 12:00PM PST and Thursdays @ 12:00 PST

In a world ravaged by a mysterious, transformative Blight, a seasoned survivor named Oliver and his resilient companion, Elizabeth, navigate a treacherous landscape. Their journey leads them to a desolate research facility, a relic of a forgotten past, where they uncover a horrifying truth about the Blight's origins. Now armed with a desperate hope and a cryptic clue, they must confront the chilling consequences of humanity's past and fight not just for their lives, but for the very future of a blighted world.

Transported to the complex, dangerous world of Astrum Regalia – a realm of 30 continents orbiting a black hole, ruled by god-like families wielding cosmic magic – Kaelen Varis discovers he is a Pillar-Singer, uniquely attuned to the resonant network that stabilizes reality. Guided by the stern Commander Lyra Solarius and the ancient construct Cygnus, Kaelen must learn to harness his burgeoning powers to defend the network against escalating threats. The shadowy Umbral Hand launches devastating attacks, attempting to overload the network's core Resonance Sink and later infiltrating anchors using a sophisticated, weaponized Blight code. Kaelen's unique abilities prove crucial in repelling these assaults, but they reveal a deeper danger: the Hand may be using these attacks to probe the network's foundational field, seeking the location of the legendary Astrum Codex, an artifact capable of rewriting reality. Further complicating matters, a mysterious faction employs advanced temporal technology to probe the network's past, likely seeking historical vulnerabilities. Kaelen successfully jams their temporal relay but uncovers evidence that ancient design flaws are now being exploited, leading to a harrowing confrontation involving weaponized gravity near the Nyxara stratum. As Kaelen trains to perceive the foundational field more deeply, hoping to anticipate future attacks and understand the Codex's secrets, he stands as Astrum Regalia's last resonant shield against enemies wielding the powers of void, corruption, time, and gravity, fighting a war where the echoes of the past threaten to shatter the present.

In a universe where farming is a falsehood, one shattered man possesses the truth: in order to save everyone, he has to rot everything.** Exiled to the Blighted Steppes' toxic wasteland after his meridians were smashed by an explosion in a Rot Zone, scholar Lián survives by mapping patterns of rot for scavengers. Disabled and discarded, he discovers a nightmare truth: the "impurities" corrupting the world are not just that—**Primordial Decay**—raw energy from creation's beginning. Modern cultivation suppresses this energy, but at a terrible cost: with every pilled-down pill swallowed, with every immortal who ascends to the heavens, *accelerates* the unmaking of reality itself. When Lián touches a fossilized dragon bone humming with rot, his broken form does the impossible: it *drinks* in the corruption. Where others break down, he thrives. Under the tutelage of **Old Man Moth**—an immortal rotted alive for 10,000 years—Lián learns to master forbidden **Rot Arts**: miniaturizing foes to dust, unwinding spacetime through decay, and concocting elixirs from the raw juice of chaos. But his power catches the attention of **The Preservers**, a cult of immortals who purge "decay-spreaders" to maintain their parasitic reign. Lián invades the radiant facade of **Jade Aegis Academy**—where cultivators are taught to bleed decay into mortal cities—and uncovers Heaven's worst secret: the gods are not wise. They are *cowards*, poisoning lower planes to prevent a cosmic extinction. To end this cycle, Lián must become everything the universe is terrified of: **Heaven's Anathema**, the very literalization of decay. Salvation, however, comes with a cost: to bring back existence, he must first bring empires, sects, and even the immortals themselves. to dust.

“The sky is watching. The system is whispering. And he’s starting to believe they’re the same voice.”

In a world scarred by the 'Great Sundering' and plagued by the insidious Void Blight, Kael lives a brutal existence, fiercely protecting his small settlement, Haven. When the ruthless warlord Ragnar attacks, abducting Kael's sister, Elara, Kael is pushed to the brink. In a desperate, agonizing transformation, he awakens the 'Apex Protocol,' a primal system that unleashes monstrous power, turning him into a terrifying force of nature. Haunted by Elara's scream and battling the Protocol's feral whispers, Kael embarks on a relentless quest through the desolate Dustlands. He navigates treacherous landscapes, confronts mutated horrors, and clashes with Ragnar's relentless raiders, all while struggling to retain his humanity. Along the way, he forms a tense alliance with the Ash Runners, a band of rebels fighting Ragnar's tyranny. Their journey leads them to the Iron Citadel, Ragnar's formidable stronghold, where Kael discovers Ragnar's horrifying connection to the Void Blight – a sentient, malevolent entity. As Kael confronts Ragnar in a cataclysmic battle, he uncovers the Apex Protocol's true purpose: an ancient countermeasure against the Blight. Faced with the ultimate choice, Kael must fully embrace the monstrous power within to sever the Blight's core, risking his very soul to save his sister and the dying world. The novel culminates in a brutal victory, leaving Kael as the 'Silent Guardian,' forever walking the line between man and beast, a beacon of hope in a world slowly healing.

A child cursed from birth or maybe not totally cursed ok fine he is cursed but just a little bit

Genre: Dark Fantasy | Post-Apocalyptic | Supernatural Before light, there was Chaos—a god born of shadow, cast into a mirror world by the god of light and cursed to fade into nothingness. In this dying replica of Earth, humanity fights for survival against the World Eaters, monstrous beings sent to devour everything. But Chaos will not go quietly. With his last strength, he scattered seven black crystals, fragments of his power, across the prison world—waiting for someone to find them. Waiting for a spark. That spark is Zenith, a seventeen-year-old orphan drawn to a forgotten ruin by a force he doesn’t understand. When he touches the crystal, he awakens the ancient voice of Chaos itself—and becomes its reluctant vessel. As Zenith struggles to resist the god inside his mind, he’s pulled into a desperate mission: to recover the remaining crystals, unlock his true potential, and uncover the horrifying truth… This world isn’t real. And the only way to save it is to destroy it. But Chaos has his own plans. And Zenith may not survive becoming the weapon he was never meant to be. ---

Aryan starts getting strange midnight calls. The voice sounds familiar. Too familiar. Some calls save him. Others might destroy him.

Chicago, 1956. In a world of copper wires and whispered voices, switchboard operator Clara Varnell hears everything—and says nothing. Until one night, a strange call comes through. Coded voices. A scream. Then silence. When Clara reports it, she’s told to forget it. But the line wasn’t crossed—it was deliberate. And someone knows she listened. Drawn into a hidden world of surveillance, Cold War experiments, and erased records, Clara begins to piece together a pattern the government wants buried. The more she uncovers, the more the voices seem to follow her—on the wires, in the halls, outside her window. They know her name. They know she’s listening. And now, they’re listening back. The Operator’s Silence is a slow-burning noir thriller of paranoia, persistence, and the power of a woman who refuses to hang up.

In the Spire your value is determined by the goddess's favor. For Creed, that favor expired a long time ago. But a voice has provided him with an alternative. A lethal "gift".

They cast me into shadow… yet I became the flame." Born as the discarded son of a tyrant king and his secret concubine, Kael Veylor was never meant to live. Sold to a mad sorcerer, cursed with godlike power, and broken beyond repair, the boy who should’ve died in chains instead carved a throne from the ashes of his pain. Now crowned as the feared Dread King, Kael rules not with cruelty—but with compassion wrapped in steel. His kingdom, once ravaged by war and darkness, now thrives beneath his black banner. Children laugh in the streets. Orphans find warmth. And twelve powerful warriors—the Thorns, each scarred and saved by Kael—stand at his side as both his generals and his family. But peace is a lie the world refuses him. The Holy Kingdom of Solarae—his father's realm—has declared him a blight upon creation. Arrogant sword saints, summoned heroes, and god-blessed empires rise to erase him from history. They do not see the man. They only see the monster. And monsters, once awakened… never kneel. As war threatens to consume the world, Kael must confront the past that forged him, the pain that haunts him, and the blood he’ll spill to protect the only home he’s ever known. To protect his people, he will become the villain the world fears… And in his wake, even gods shall fall

A middle-aged woman gets trapped in an alternate universe, after falling asleep at a friend's house. She believes that she was in a plane crash but after a couple of days on the island, she starts to hear a voice that talks to her in her dreams. In the end, there are 4 voices that come along on the 4 islands, but what happens when the middle-aged woman falls in love with one of the voices.

> "Beneath the ashes of her past, a voice still whispers... Jannat thought silence was her only refuge, but when fate forces her into a world she never chose, the fire inside her begins to rise. Love, betrayal, and buried secrets—how loud can a voice scream when no one is willing to hear?"

Setting: A devastated world beneath crimson skies and black clouds, where civilization has crumbled into ruins. Monstrous creatures roam among destroyed buildings and scattered corpses, while human survivors are few and far between. Main Character: A mysterious boy who awakens with complete amnesia on a desolate mountain. Bald and dressed in dirty white clothes, he possesses no memory of his identity or past, yet demonstrates supernatural healing abilities and is guided by a commanding voice in his head. Plot Summary: The story follows the nameless protagonist as he navigates this hostile world, driven by an inner voice that directs his survival instincts. When he encounters deadly creatures, the voice guides him to kill or be killed. After a brutal fall that should have been fatal, his body mysteriously heals itself, suggesting he is more than human. As he explores this wasteland, he faces increasingly dangerous encounters with mutated beasts and semi-human monsters. Just when death seems certain, he is rescued by a mysterious stranger in a weaponized vehicle—a man who may hold keys to understanding this destroyed world and the boy's true nature.

No blessing. No god. No mercy. For fifteen years, Jin Black was nothing more than a bottom-feeder—powerless, mocked, and discarded by a world ruled by divine favoritism. In a society where entrance to the Tower—humanity's only hope and battlefield—requires a blessing from the gods, Jin was denied even that. Forgotten by the divine. Abandoned by the people. Crushed by the system. And when the Tower finally collapsed, bringing apocalypse to Earth, Jin died—alone, bitter, and broken. But death was only the beginning. In the void beyond the end, a voice called to him. Not a savior… but something far worse. The Hollow God, the first and most ancient evil, long sealed away by the pantheon, reaches out—not in kindness, but in shared hatred. “You cursed them. So did I. Let us curse them together.” Reborn on the day of the Blessing Ceremony, Jin hides the power gifted by the Hollow God. Now fifteen once again, he begins his quiet ascent up the 100-Floor Tower—not to become a hero, but to annihilate the gods and their chosen. With a plague mask and a suit, the one known only as “Hollow” begins to rise. He is not a Chosen. He is the blight of divinity. And the Tower will burn. No Romance Only Revenge No Romance only Revenge Story has ended please try my other novel The Hollow Smile

Sound was once time itself. People used to speak through melodies. Then the laws came, and the songs were silenced. Only the echoes remained... But some voices cannot be caged. They rise like whispers from the dark. And one day... That voice will shatter its cage.

It was dark, very dark, an empty space, and in its midst, a voice, a strangely soothing voice, talking to me, me?, talking...to me? is this a dream?, am I.....asleep?