Bethany Whisper 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.

Bethany had been getting ready for this moment, collecting all the stuff she needed for this transformation ritual and reading some really weird ancient books. Bethany got closer to Brent, he started growling, like a hungry lion. But Princess Bethany didn't let this stop her mission half way Finished. Bethany started the execution of the mission. Without wasting time, she started saying these creepy words, like a spell, and her voice sounded creepy in the quiet night. Mind you this ritual was no joke to Bethany. It was tricky and dangerous, and she had to be like super focused and attentive. She put all her energy and courage into it, trying to do something big with her magic. She could feel

You know why, her last words seemed to echo. Love. Devotion. Destiny. All the things I pretended didn’t matter, until she made them unavoidable. My throat tightened so painfully it felt like something inside me was clawing for release. “Zach…” Gia’s voice was barely a breath. But it didn’t reach me. Nothing reached me now except the unbearable silence where Alana’s breathing should’ve been. A breeze moved through the courtyard, brushing through the ivy, lifting the edges of her hair. It almost looked like she was about to wake up. About to blink. About to breathe.

************************************************ Chris POV The news is on at the bar I'm currently sitting at drawing fellow patrons in as the news of what the police has discovered flashes on the screen along with a picture of her, her beautiful smile as bright as ever calls me in like a sirens song followed by the news that they found her in a shallow grave just outside of Benson Lake a few miles from Multnomah Falls by a couple with a dog that had smelt her decomposing body as they let him out to use the bathroom.

People flinch at the blood curdling scream that follows. Alex drops the arm and doesn't spare Bethany a second glans as she brushes past Hunter heading for where dad and Sonya stand. She swipes a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cart next to them, flicks the cap off so it goes flying and then proceeds to drink straight out of the bottle.

Bethany could be a very annoying person when she wanted to but deep down, she was a simple girl who cared too much and always wanted to help in whatever way she could. "Yes, I am. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go rest my head a bit," Jasmine said and moved into the bedroom to take a nap. A few hours later, she was awoken by the rigorous tapping on her shoulder by Bethany. "Girl, what the hell?" She asked as she stroke her eyes. "A man is waiting for you outside," Bethany said with a wide grin on her face.

​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.