Bethany Whisper Novels & Stories

​The transition to a quiet life had been successful, or so we told ourselves. Our cottage, perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Zaros Sea, was isolated enough to feel like a sanctuary. But silence in our world was rarely an end to the story; it was usually just a pause. ​It started on a Tuesday night. The coastal town of Oakhaven was quiet, the only sound of the rhythmic pulse of the tide against the rocks below. Julian was in the small shed we used for repairs, fiddling with an antique shortwave radio he had salvaged from a local scrap heap. He liked the static—he said it reminded him of the white noise he used to hear when he was linked to the network.

You worked with May to kill me and take the pocket watch for yourself, so that you could provide that intel to the enemy! "Other than the method to open it, there's actually one last secret to this pocket watch… "This pocket watch is actually a voice recorder, too!" "You… Impossible!" His face turned pale. This was the final straw. The thing that would bring everything to an end. I turned the crown three times counterclockwise and pressed the button. This was the last message my husband had left for me before he died. In front of everyone, the recording played clearly. "You… you really were a spy! You were behind everything!" This was Ben's voice.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye. Another Vernal Celebration arrived. As usual, Emma went to the church on the outskirts of the city to pray for blessings on behalf of the children at the orphanage. The mountain air in early spring still carried a lingering chill. Wrapping her cashmere shawl more tightly around herself, Emma knelt on a prayer mat and bowed devoutly. Thin smoke rose from the incense burner, filling the main hall. The faint fragrance of the incense soothed her heart.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

I stayed with Justin throughout the morning. Luckily for him the wraiths had improved. They were faster and more precise and could even doge slightly. For being soul spirits of the deceased they had improved greatly. At around midday Justin waved the wraiths off. “They are doing better.” I spoke carefully watching him dunk a bucket of water over his head. “Not good enough. They need to not hesitate. Kill faster and more cleaner.” Justin paused “If they are not ready by Summer Solstice, Eric will not let it go lightly.”

she whispered I gave her his number and she dialed it, he picked up at once My heart began to beat faster “Beth is gone “ she whispered