The Willow: Story One
"i'm so sorry," the voice whispered. "don't be," she responded. "this wasn't your fault. this wasn't your failure." "i'm still sorry," the voice replied. she paused for a long while. "thank you." "de nada."
A New Phase - Chapter 1
"i'm very sorry to have to do this..." said the voice, close to his ear.
Crola the (Dark) Magical Girl (Naga TFTG)
the voice asked. "good," the voice seemed to reply to herself. except it didn't. it was crola who replied, speaking with the exact same voice as the voice guiding her through her transformation.
The Goddess Statue (Anthro Cat TFTG)
"don't sweat on it," the voice on her head said, "instead, focus on why you don't have a tail." ben sprouted a black quarter-meter cat tail, which is swishing with life. "or why you don't have cat ears," the voice continued.
My Guardian Demons - Part 1
I went back to bed and closed every door behind me to get away from the voices, but even though i hid beneath the duvet, the voices kept talking. i was frightened, but somehow i managed to fall asleep some time later.
Dragon's Paladin: Prologue
**"keep your eyes down, gryphon."** the voice focused on him, and he felt his blood run cold.
The tales of the Wandering Ranger: Chapter 1: My tale begins
the voice laughed and the dark tentacles slipped away from me drawing back into the lake as the voice said "then train hard, boy.
What We've Written
the voice of art still struggles to be heard. with all that writers have writ or inferred, yes even stories written to cause fright, there is a power in the written word, the voice of art still struggling to be heard.
Prologue
Soon we will give you what you need-"_ finally, the voice was gone.
Half-Blood Chapter IV
the voice asked in a mocking tone. the voice was airy cold and... beautiful. "_i expected more of a fight... disappointing_." "ma-magic? magic isn't real!" lucas yelled at the voice. the voice only gave a cold chuckle.
Drunken Lullabies
the voice said again, practically spitting the word fox "are you kidding me?
The Deoxys Collective
With ever smack of his head against the rock the voices just grew louder until he broke the rock with his head and as the voices grew to their loudest the garchomp stopped and for a moment nothing happened until a smile grew across his face.