A Whisker Away Novels & Stories

But now, it was tinged with a bittersweet sorrow, a final farewell. "No, Dad! Don't go away." The words tore from my throat, a raw, desperate plea that echoed through the silent woods. But the sound seemed to dissipate before it reached him, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. He was fading, his outline blurring, becoming a ghostly echo of the man I loved. The warmth that radiated from him, the very essence of his being, was slipping away like smoke in the wind.

Zen’s POV “You’re fucking kidding with this right? A real to god WEREWOLF,” I yelled out to Whisper as she ignored me pacing in front of me, speaking to no one with her hands flying up in the air. I watched her stop and look at the swirling air in front of her and a hand appeared grabbing her and she was gone. I moved towards it, but it vanished and a low baritone voice spoke from behind me, “who are you?”

Kirsch rubbed my frown with a chuckle: "I only wanted to make sure the pull WILL disappear before I appear in front of you with your wolf waken up." "Well if I do feel it, then I would know eventually even if you avoided me today." Kirsch pursed his lips, and fear washed over me when I realized the answer from his silence-- He would stay away from us forever in that case. Stay away from his whole life, and everything he held dear. "You are kidding! You are not thinking about leaving us, are you!? That's crazy!" I heard my voice rose but I couldn't control it. "Kitten, you have no idea how horrible it feels...I--" Kirsch said drily,

“Yes. I’m always a good girl. Always.” I braced myself on my elbows, relaxing into the way he worked me. Three fingers turned to four, and he twisted them deep, making me cry out. He loosened me like a master, but my pussy still gripped his fingers like a vice, muscles ready to clamp around metal spines. The whisk had become quite infamous online. Luckily, my friends and family avoided Julian’s novels. The covers were more than enough for them. “I need to see inside your beautiful cunt,” he said. “All the way in. Spread and hungry.”

She reached out—not to touch, but just to be close. The white wolf’s ear twitched.

Liya opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Whizz raised a finger to her lips, silencing her. In one swift motion, Whizz closed the distance between herself and Liya, capturing her lips in a surprising kiss. Liya's eyes widened in astonishment, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected gesture. Whizz pulled away, her eyes dancing mischievously as she spoke. "We're gonna share a secret together," she said playfully, her tone lighthearted.

She grimaced as she took us in. We walked back into the field. With my hands I brushed my hair back removing it from my line of vision. We heard a whistle in unison and I turned to look around to find out what it was for. At last minute, I heard Artemis growl by my side pulling me close and all the whistle silenced.

Whispering. “Run.”

I nod at a venture capitalist who tried to buy Echo last year. My vibrator—the Lush inside me—is humming on low. Just enough to keep my skin conductance high, masking the signal jammer on my wrist. It’s a constant, buzzing reminder that I am a weapon. We slip behind a velvet curtain. The noise of the party fades instantly, replaced by the clatter of dishes and the shouting of chefs. We walk past a confused waiter holding a tray of crab cakes. "Bathroom," Alex says smoothly, steering me toward a grey door marked SERVICE ONLY.

Wherever the blades passed, the air seemed to tear, emitting a piercing screech. Cloudwalker's expression remained unchanged. He waved his fly whisk, and the golden light surged, the whisk's threads tracing graceful arcs in the air like golden chains, wrapping around each incoming black energy blade. With a flick of his wrist, the fly whisk snapped, instantly purifying the blades into wisps of black smoke that dissipated into the air.