Chinese Whispers Book Novels & Stories

“Jessica, stand back from the book.” I had to literally make myself move, breathe. The whispers still curled around me, the book still beckoned, but — I turned. And I stepped away. Sighing, the golden-eyed figure spoke. “Disappointing.” As soon as I wriggled, the book darkened. The pulsing glow beneath the cover dimmed; the whispers receded. The figure with the gold ring of eye-shake his head. “You’re still afraid.”

There the first page was a blank page and the second page depicts the title of the book, it was about a story "The little Princess," he whispered through the room because he knew that no one can hear him inside or outside but still he needs to be careful. So he shut his mouth again while focusing his view on the book more like it was making his spine have shivers as well as goosebumps all over his skin 'So it was based on a true story after all, what is the meaning of this and why did it have to be one of his treasures? The author was not even mentioned at all'

she replied and the witches were awed at the sight of the book which stood proudly the same as before. Ena leaned closer, her ear near the book, and grinned softly before asking them to do the same. "You hear that?" she asked as each put their ear to the book. Anna's heart was beating fast as she put the book to her ear. She could hear them, the whispers of agonizing screams. She felt heat exiting from the pages and could feet the torture. She heard pleas and people begging. A quiet wind that still seemed to be raging. Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches.

But when I was about to put the book back on the shelf, my hand gripped the book tighter. "Oh, Moon Goddess," cried Eliz, stepping back to avoid me. A blue light flashed out of the book, and suddenly the wind was fast enough to open all the sheets of the book before my eyes. I felt my iris come to light when I saw the book in my hand. There are so many whispers that I hear, and they seem to be scrambling to know me. Some of them whispered while singing familiar melodies to my ears.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

Buzz, hiss-hiss, flicker. “Hello, Jeannine.” The something had arrived. The air temperature dropped so fast that the sweat on Jeannine’s body caused her to shiver. She could turn to look at whatever it was, talk to it as it sat there in the room behind her, but she decided to close her eyes and stay motionless on the cot. Whatever it was could rot in hell. “Now, now. Is that anyway to think about your mother?” hissed a voice into her ear.

I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols. As I opened the book, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, extinguishing the candle by my bedside. The darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't alone. Whispers echoed around me, growing louder and more urgent. I strained my ears to catch the words, desperately trying to make sense of them. "Veronica, you hold the key," the voice murmured, as if carried by the wind itself. "The truth lies within you." Intrigued and unnerved, I clutched the book tightly in my hands and began to read its faded words. The first sentence was Veronica, you hold the key. The voice was

Leonidas whispered softly his voice husky. . . . To be continued... . Don't forget to let me know your precious thoughts on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section do let me know your views on the chapter in the comments section..... . With Much Love... Elvira🤍

That vision… or dream… or prophecy, whatever it was, it hadn’t just been a nightmare. I could still smell the blood. Still hear the little girl’s sobs. Still feel the sting of the icy wind from that ominous hill of bones. Still heard the clanging of metal swords. And the whispers… They weren’t fading. They lingered in the corners of my mind like echoing chants in a forgotten tongue. I needed answers. I staggered to my drawer, pulled out a book with trembling hands, I scribbled everything I could remember—details, emotions, fragments of the whispers—everything. My hand moved furiously, like something else was guiding it.