Ghost Whisperer Eli Novels & Stories

And then the whisper returned. You are not ready. Elior’s steps faltered. His breath hitched. It wasn’t the same voice from before—it was something else. Something deeper, ancient, like the earth itself was speaking to him. Sienna noticed his hesitation. “Elior?” He shook his head. “Keep moving.” They pressed forward, but the whisper didn’t leave. It clung to his mind like a shadow, growing stronger with every step. You are not ready to wear the Crown.

So, he stayed away. With the funeral behind us and Evan soon to be called to stand before the vampire army authorities to speak about Angela’s death, we focused hard on tapping into what I learned were my inherent abilities as a ghost whisperer. Megan said that she suspected that I had the ability when I took so easily to telepathy. Since speaking with spirits was simply connecting to the thoughts that they were emitting – which was basically the same concept behind telepathy – I found that, once I learned the correct frequencies to tap into, I was quite adept at it.

I disregarded his question and asked another. “What…” he whispered, confused. I shook my head and realized I wasn’t making sense. Is it true that a snap could end someone’s hypnosis? Does hypnosis really exist? Even if it did, who would have been able to make it.. And why? Was the one who hypnotized the nurses also the one who brought me to the clinic? “Don’t let it bother you, Lianna. You have important matters to attend to later. That’s where your head should be,” Akihiro warned me.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

When Aden mentioned the name Mikazi, I knew he was telling the truth about reading the book. "But they said they need a Primordial wolf before they could be able to cause chaos." "Yeah, which I hope they will never find. My father said the primordials are all extinct. But wait, Kierra. How do you know all this?" Aden was surprised. "A man called the Whisperer told me," I replied. "The Whisperer, I have never heard of the name," Aden said. " Yeah, the Whisperer. His real name is Mr Kendrick, he said he is Elliot's father."

“ 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.

For some reason, Samuel's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment when he heard that name. Elysia… didn't that mean "to part" or "leave"? Could it be her? He hesitated, but by the time he looked again, she was gone. The family of three had no idea there was another person standing nearby. Laughing and chatting happily, they walked away, oblivious to Samuel's presence.

Yet, beneath the surface, a strange unease tugged at me, sharp and insistent. It wasn’t about the long night or exhaustion. It was something else, something I had noticed in Eliot’s face. His smile was there, yes, but guarded. His laughter, though warm, sometimes dimmed when he thought no one was watching. And then there was that guest. That quiet stranger who had leaned in close to whisper something to him, words that had frozen the light in his eyes. I couldn’t get my mind off it. The way Eliot's hand clenched after hearing the whisper, how he had turned away, as if already carrying a weight too heavy for one night.

Jeffrey freaked out and shouted at me, "No way, this can't be happening. I'm sure I'm dreaming. In the real world, I'm cruising in fancy cars with more cash than I can burn." A guy traveling with us snickered, "He has been binge-watching too much TV. He's totally lost it!" When the big guy snorted, Jeffrey shot me a furious look. "Bracelet, Yasmine! Where's the pearl bracelet I gave you?" I fished it out of my pocket and tossed it down at Jeffrey's feet. "Is this what you're talking about?" I had already had the spell removed by a Spirit Priest after the old beggar got his wish. To play it safe, the priest even melted down the pearl bracelet.

Something Kieran refused to fully explain— Which only made it matter more. Eli exhaled slowly. “…If you won’t tell me…” His fingers curled slightly. “…then I’ll remember it myself.” And this time— He didn’t wait. He closed his eyes. And let it come. At first— Nothing. Just darkness. Silence. Then— A sound. Laughter. Clear. Bright. Eli’s brows pulled together. “…That’s me…” But younger. Less guarded. He followed the sound— Not physically— But instinctively.