Alejandro Saab Voices

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?

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!

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?" An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar. I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal. Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

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?

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.

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.

Silent Testimonies is a journey into the unexpressed—the thoughts, hopes, and heartaches we hide beneath the surface, and the strength required to give voice to them

Tahir, yearning for a beast hunter's life, remains an outsider in a society preparing for another war with the Aliens. A mysterious package arrives, containing a letter from the military academy and a peculiar box labeled "System." This unexpected turn awakens him to hidden abilities and the unsettling presence of two voices within his mind. Unfolding the journey with his "System." Is he destined to be a warrior, a beast hunter, or something else entirely? Can he forge his own path while embracing the looming conflict? Join Tahir on his extraordinary journey as he unlocks the "System's" potential, navigates the voices' guidance, and faces the uncertainties of war. Can he unravel the mysteries of his past and claim his place in a world teetering on the brink? Discover the answers in this captivating tale of self-discovery, hidden truths, and the fight for survival in a world on the brink.

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.

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."

Upon being bestowed various powers and abilities by an unknown voice, the entirety of the human race is tasked with choosing 10 people , one among of which will be crowned the "King Of Men".

A male antagonist who was tortured to hell by those that are close to him. Later did he realize what the eyes of the government and their voices are. Thus he chose to live the life of being an serial killer and give justice to the depraved.

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?

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…]

Todo humano tiene ambición y codicia hacia lo que no posee. La inmortalidad el deseo pleno de vivir para siempre, de no envejecer, de ser joven, y de no perderse en el olvido se ha convertido en un tema histórico como el viaje de Ponce de León, un español que se embarco en busca de la fuente de la juventud, o Alejandro Magno encontrando un "río del paraíso" y muchas otras leyendas en las islas Canarias, Japón, Polinesia e Inglaterra. Esas son sólo leyendas. En esta historia los científicos toman un papel importante con esa "sed" de conocimiento y el descubrimiento, los lleva a saber de una existencia similar a la suya, pero, con cualidades diferentes, el querer más los lleva a desafiar lo natural, lo que no debe unirse, pero sin embargo, está destinado a ser desafiado.

Raynard, discharged from military service, encounters a woman turned fox with nine tails. Becoming his patron, she grants him warlock powers. During their meeting, she visions his future without him knowing what his future holds. “Only nine will be chosen”, were the words the woman said after she banishes. Raynard, unaware what those words mean hears voices in his head giving him instructions of who will be worthy. He starts his journey by finding the young chosen. Rated PG 13, will contain the following: • violence • gore • minor drug and alcohol use • minor strong language • physical intimacy (romantically, not sexually)

In the night you hear a screech and then the sound of a body falling to the ground "Am I going to die? I would have liked to live longer. If I had another chance to live I would like it to be in an anime world" {Creating a body in an anime world} "Am I hearing voices? I must be delirious. Anyway, if I could be reincarnated I would like to have the powers of Rimuru Tempest when he becomes the demon king in MHA" {Creating a body in the MHA world and adding Rimuru's powers} {ERROR the subject would explode} {Changing Quirks for Magicules} {Success, successful reincarnation}

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.

"Someday I'll kill you." Waylen whispers, into the man's ears. Hooking his slender arms around his neck teasingly. "Im always waiting my little amnesiac." The man mocks, licking his red lips. All the aware that a pair of golden scissors already drew blood from his throat. Waylen Noel has always lived for his twin sister Chess, so when an old man came, to take one of them away. He volunteered without question. Once a decade, The Estate holds a deathly game in which the winner is granted one wish. Caught between strange magic, sadistic minds, toxic love, and voices within his head, will he make it out still breathing?

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.]

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?

Si bien sobrevivir a un aparatoso accidente fue una buena noticia, la vida de Paúl siguió en medio de problemas que a simple vista no tenían solución, aunque gracias a la compañía de aquellas personas que lo perdonaron, a pesar de sus errores, logra salir adelante. Es entonces cuando, tras recuperarse, los horizontes de Paúl se amplían y empieza sus nuevas aventuras mientras lucha contra los demonios de su pasado, mantiene su cordura en el presente y trata de evitar al máximo los misterios del futuro. *** Esta historia representa la segunda parte de Ser inmortal.

A paragon is an entity of unmatched power and potential, fated to go against the fate of the universe. Each appearance of a paragon has brought great change to the lands of the Primordial Battlefield. After falling victim to the fallacies of late-stage capitalism, I found myself somewhere completely different, and I have a lot of questions. Why is there this [-System-] calling me the Usurper Paragon? Why can't I remember my name? Why am I hearing these weird voices in my head? Why am I... am I... WHY DON'T I HAVE A FACE WHAT'S GOING ON WHAT THE FU- The image was found on Pinterest under the user "nikssi", but I'm not sure if they were the original creator. If you own this image and would like my to take it down, or want proper credit, lmk

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

Alejandro es un joven destinado a vivir un destino singular, en el cual está predestinado a encontrarse con Elsa León III, ya sea para bien o para mal. Si ella fallece, él también lo hará; si él fallece, ella triunfará.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

[A Danmei Story] Zhen Lixin wakes up after a long sleep, only to find himself as a complete stranger. When all his memories are gone, his journey to unveil the story around him is afoot, accompanied by a strange voice in his head. Will the voice within guide him on the path to truth or lead him further into the shadows of uncertainty?

In the kingdom of Draconia, where ancient legends still live, Selinia, a young woman scarred by her past, seeks to escape from her cruel family. As an illegitimate daughter, Selinia has faced abuse from her family. When her father, in a desperate attempt to avoid execution, tells a grand lie that his daughter possesses a magical voice that can slow down – or even break – the curse, Selinia is thrust into a dangerous game. King Theodore, cursed with dark powers and only one year left to live , decides to go along with the desperate man’s tale, bringing Selinia to the castle. There, she discovers that her father has made her out to be someone with a powerful voice, even though it isn’t true. Determined to gain the freedom she has always longed for, Selinia chooses to use whatever tricks she can to deceive the king. However, as she fights for her own survival, she faces complex challenges and entanglements in a world full of deceit and darkness. Will Selinia be able to save herself, or will she fall victim to the dark legacy of Draconia?