Angelic Whispers Novels & Stories

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

Then, they began their incantation. Born from light, A gift from above, Beautiful girl, With so much love Used, abused, left to die

“You’re destabilizing.” “I’m not a bomb,” I snap. “No,” she agrees quietly. “You’re a door.” The stairwell shudders. Something moves below heavy, and deliberate. I hear it then. The sound of wings, massive and slow, beating against reality itself. “Ezra,” I whisper. He’s not here. That’s the problem. The angel manifests without drama no thunder, no light. Just a presence that steps out of the stairwell like it’s walking through a doorway only it can see.

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

I whispered Everyone stared, surprised by Angel's arrival.

The Angel's face was chiselled and strong, with eyes that burned like stars. As the Angel descended, the air around us seemed to vibrate with energy. The wind picked up, whipping our hair into a frenzy, and the sound of rushing water filled our ears. The Angel's presence was both exhilarating and terrifying, like standing at the edge of a great precipice.

‘Beware the Silver Saintess, her hair as silken thread. With her consort mate of power, the people wept and bled.’ ‘And beware the Siren’s call, his eyes as gold as ore. With whispers of manipulation, they’ll hold you in their thrall.’ ‘And if you breathe despite this, a devil still awaits.’ ‘Because forever lives another….’ ‘…The deathless angel mate.’ The words of Allison’s recited passage repeated through my head, echoing like a bad dream. An impossible dream.

Ava whispered, while her eyes wander towards the forest around the house. Willow sighed at something that Ava had been hearing a lot of from the spirit. Wondering if it was much more than what was. “Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.”

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.