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📖 Story Description
In a kingdom where demons rise through music and only voices can banish them, the legacy of the Hunters is passed from one generation to the next.
Three girls-Selene, fierce and fiery; Lyra, gentle and radiant; and Aria, shadow-born and torn between two worlds-inherit the sacred songs of the Hunters. Together, their harmony has the power to seal away the darkness forever.
But there is a prophecy: when three falter, a fourth must rise. Enter Gino, a Guardian whose vow carries the weight of sacrifice. As the Voice Band lures the people with cursed songs and the Demon King breaks his chains, the hunters must learn to trust each other-or lose everything.
A story of music, sacrifice, friendship, and redemption, Voices of the Hunter is a musical fantasy where songs are both weapons and prayers.
But when one of them is revealed to be demon-born, can harmony survive betrayal? And when dawn comes, whose voice will be lost forever?
✨ A tale of courage. A tale of voices. A tale of the Golden Dawn.
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🌟 Logline:
In a kingdom where demons rise through music and only voices can banish them, three chosen hunters-Selene, Lyra, and Aria-must sing in harmony to turn the land golden and seal the darkness forever. But when one of them is revealed to be demon-born, trust shatters, alliances fracture, and betrayal threatens their destiny. With the cursed Voice Band luring the people into ruin and the Demon King breaking free, their only hope lies in a prophecy that demands sacrifice. As voices clash in a battle of songs, one guardian-Gino-must give his life so that harmony, redemption, and the golden dawn may live.
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There is a kind of silence that comes just before thunder-heavy, suffocating. That was the silence in Sahastra Tripathi's heart.
He had walked away from privilege and power-for love. For Sparshika. But she wasn't Sparshika. She was Urvi. And everything he had abandoned was now burning behind him.
"What happened, Urvi? Did you forget your name or think I was a fool?"
"I... I was going to tell you-"
Two strides.
He grabbed her hair.
CRACK!
Her head slammed into the kitchen counter. Plates shattered.
She cried out, collapsing, blood gushing from her forehead.
"Sahastra ji!" she whimpered.
He yanked her back up.
SLAP! Her cheek snapped sideways. She fell again, lip split open.
"Please don't hit me..."
He pressed his shoe on her cheek, grinding it into the marble.
"You lied to me. Your name, your past-everything was a lie."
"No... I love you!"
He crouched, grabbed her face. His eyes burned.
"My father was on the brink of death... because of you."
She blinked, stunned. "What?"
"Still pretending?"
SLAP! She hit the floor again.
"I really don't know..."
He didn't let her finish. He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, stormed into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
His belt came off.
He tied her wrists to the bedposts-tight, ruthless.
He crouched again, jaw clenched. "Because of you, my father is in this condition."
"You gave away his location, didn't you?"
"But too bad... he survived."
"But now he can't walk. And neither will you."
He grabbed her foot-twisted.
CRACK!
She screamed.
He smiled darkly.
"Don't stop screaming. Your pain soothes me."
He grabbed her other foot.
Twisted-slow, calculated.
Stopped just before the break. "I could break it... but not yet."
"I'll break you. And your legs. Slowly."
He stood, breath ragged. Eyes hollow.
"Just like my father can't walk... you never will."
He turned, slammed the door.
Urvi lay tied, broken, bleeding.
She could no longer tell what hurt more-her body, or her heart.