Ghosted Whispers Novels & Stories

But not afraid. And just as she began to speak— The wind stirred. The river whispered louder. And somewhere in the distance, a sound broke the stillness. Alex’s gaze flickered briefly. Then returned to her. Still waiting. Still hopeful. Still there. And her answer… Remained just beyond reach.

In my reverie, I found myself within a grand temple, meticulously detailed—so real it felt like more than a mere creation of the mind. A sudden movement caught my attention. Through the main gate, I saw an indistinct shadow gliding silently. Before I could make out anything more, a whistle cut through the air. It wasn’t an ordinary sound; there was something supernatural and haunting about it. The whistle echoed like a ghostly lament, sending chills down my spine. It was a call—my name spoken in an almost ethereal way, coming from an undefined direction. “Callie… Callie… You must fulfill the agreement…” the sinister voice said, as the place where I was marked began to glow.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

Kahit nakasuot nang itim na mamahaling tuxedo na naka angat hanggang sa kanyang magkabilang siko ay kita pa rin ang pagkakahakab ng kanyang katawan. Hindi ko napigilan ang mapasinghap nang makita kong lumingon siya sa may gawi ko. Pakiramdam ko ay alam niyang pinagmamasdan ko siya sa gitna ng gabi sa ilalim ng buwan pati na rin ng mga bituing kumikinang. "Get the fuck out of there." Muntik na akong mapatalon sa gulat nang marinig kong mag-salita siya gamit ang kanyang malamig na boses na halos talunin pa ang lamig ng gabing yumayakap sa aking balat.

Can I call? Annika jumped out of her bed feeling nervous and excited. She whispered. ‘I hope this is good news. Please.’ Noah started to call after she replied. “Good evening, Annika.” Noah proceeded to tell the news. “First of all, I think you are very great and would fit perfectly for the position.” Annika smiled. “Unfortunately, my brother came back to the city, and he will be helping me run the book shop for the meantime.” Noah really liked Annika and would like to work with her but since he already has his brother to help him, he needed to stop the hiring. “But good news, when my brother leaves, I’ll definitely call you again.” Annika wasn’t able to respond after Noah’s message. She was

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

As she said all these, her voice kept increasing by an octave before finally heaving a sigh of regret saying in a tiny voice, "but I gave them all up for you, oh mighty one, so please can I have today, just this night to sulk in peace?" "..." Silence Another deafening round of silence. "As you wish." Then he turned into smoke and dissipated. Just like that? Really? A cool breeze slithered in through the open curtains but because of the recent departure of a certain ice block, it felt warm. Geneva didn't let her eyes close even for a microsecond for the love of her dear life. She kept wondering if this mysterious ghost –whose name she didn't know of– had anything up his sleeve with the way he

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

My chest pounds. I push forward. Finally, the grove. The clearing is scorched at the edges, filled with bone-white trees and earth turned to charcoal. In the center, half-buried in soot and shadow, the Ashbane pulses. It glows faintly violet in the dying light, like it's breathing. I step forward. And the whispers begin. They rise from beneath. From the ash itself. Soft at first. Then louder. Clearer. Words I have not heard in years, monster… impure… wolfspawn… fatherless.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sophia and Alex exchanged wary glances, their eyes darting around the dimly lit forest. "I heard it too," Sophia replied, her voice tinged with unease. "But I can't tell where it's coming from." Before we could react, the whisper grew louder, morphing into an eerie, disembodied voice that seemed to echo from all directions at once. "Welcome, travelers," it murmured, sending a chill down my spine. "You have entered the realm of the Forest of Whispers, where the trees speak and the shadows dance."