Ghosted Whispers Novelas e Histórias

The fire struck the rotting velvet drapes, incinerating them instantly, but the chuckle only grew louder, more distorted. “Run to your Isle of Whispers,” the recording hissed as it began to fade, the magic sustaining it unraveling into oily soot. “Follow the ghost of a mother who couldn't even save herself. By the time you reach the shores, the transformation will be complete. The shadow will have its queen.” The silence that followed was deafening. The only sound left was the ragged breathing of the three survivors and the rhythmic drip…drip…drip of the rain through the shattered ceiling.

I whispered, my words slipping through the air like a sharp blade. Her face paled, and her hands trembled as the realization washed over her. Samantha, the ghost from our past, a specter we had long thought banished to the depths of forgotten memories. Yet here she was, resurfacing like a vengeful spirit, intent on wreaking havoc upon our fragile existence. I moved swiftly, my hands still feverishly gathering our belongings, tying up loose ends. It was a race against time, against the shadow that loomed ominously over us. I refused to let Samantha's malicious intent extinguish the fragile flame of hope that burned within our hearts.

Zephyr, his eyes scanning their surroundings, shouted, "We need to move! It's a quake!" But this was no ordinary quake. The ground split, revealing deep chasms that emitted an otherworldly blue glow. Out of these chasms, shadowy figures began to emerge, their eyes blank, and voices whispering ancient curses. Nocturna, holding the Echo Scale tightly, cried out, "They're spirits of the betrayed! The Silent Spell's guardians!" As the spirits drew closer, they began to chant in unison, their voices growing louder and more desperate. "Return what was taken... Return or face our wrath..."

“It’s damned unsettlin’.” “It’s fucking frightening. That’s what it is.” Jackson hissed. The old man’s eyes slowly returned to normal as he took in the sight of Ian’s almost lifeless body. Without acknowledging the three men, he bent over Ian and slowly passed his hands a few inches over him while chanting. “No!” Angel screeched as she raced through the flames toward them. “Stop that! He’s mine!” Eluwilussit stood erect and held his hands in front of him - as if to motion for her to stop- while he bellowed words that no one understood. The tortured spirits bodies were still in flames as they stopped running to and fro and focused on Angel.

I was suddenly rendered weak, and felt a huge itchy lump stuck in my throat. I blocked my ears, because the more I heard the whistling of this evil owl who had come to attack me, the less my ears could make out any sounds. Panting because my throat was growing hot from the fire that was reflecting from the owls eyes, I rolled an invisible ball with my hands then threw it at the owl who immediately screamed and flew away. Thank Christ, it was gone. I closed my eyes in relief, then grabbed hold of my burning throat. "Cole, did you hear that?" I could hear my mom's whisper.

A whisper so faint I nearly told myself it was just the blood rushing in my ears followed it. “Ivy?” My heart jumped a frenzied bird stuck in my rib shell. “Willa! Is that you? Where are you?” “I can't see anything!” the whisper said nearer this time but still as brittle as shattered glass. “Ivy its so gloomy. Very chilly.” Trying to break through the suffocating darkness I strained my eyes. There it is—a ghostly outline a faint shimmer. Willa. Her colors fade and her edge's become blurry like a watercolor painting exposed to the rain.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

(Isla’s POV) The morning in Crescent Valley felt heavier than usual. Frost clung to the valley trees like silent witnesses, and the wind carried whispers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Lyra stirred beneath my skin, uneasy. He’s close. You feel it. I did. Rowan’s presence lingered across the distance, even though he had left the night before, stepping back into shadows I couldn’t reach. But the bond, the pulse, the ache didn’t lie. It throbbed, raw and impatient, a tether I couldn’t ignore.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

I remained oblivious for several minutes - or a thousand years, there is no telling - before I finally allowed the deafening sound of their whispers into my mind. It is not one this time, but many, and these are not the same as the one that drew me this close to oblivion. The whispers are fingertips clawing their way into the blank slate that is my soul. They are inside me, yet they are all around me, muttering in incoherent spates. It puts my senses on edge. Whenever they speak, they rush throughout my body like the touch of static. I cannot ignore them, but I can only stare into nothing, listening. The voices continue. They do not seem to speak to me, but rather to one another. I do not ev