Novelas y relatos de Horton Hears A Who

In the fifth year of my deafness, James Duncan finally proved his love for me to my parents. The day I found out I was pregnant, my parents finally gave in and agreed to our marriage. The wedding was set for February 19th. Then, on Valentine's Day, a miracle happened—I regained my hearing due to an accident. Overjoyed, I rushed to find James, eager to share the good news with him. He was in the bedroom, on the phone. "Today is Valentine's Day. How about something exciting at your place—downstairs, in your car?"

I stage whisper. “You’re going to frighten the boy with those spooky stories,” Jenni scolds. “I’m not scared.” Hayden puffs his chest out, all bravado. “I want to hear about Gordon.” Jenni brings over a package of hotdogs and a couple of roasting sticks, the kind that retract to get really small and easily transportable. She extends them and stabs a hotdog onto one before handing it to Hayden. “Did you know there was once gold discovered in these mountains?” I ask.

Through my blurry vision, I seemed to see his anxious face. "Who… is Caspian?" I mumbled, my voice faint. Then, everything plunged into darkness.

“You hear that?” Kim blinked. “Hear what?” “Shh.” It got louder. A deep, steady whir-whir-whir. Kim gasped. “Damien… that’s a helicopter.”

And now he was hugging me tightly to his chest. Turning his back to face the gun. Facing the danger. Facing death. Protecting me instead. My eyes widened in absolute shock and pure horror. "No!" I tried to scream but the sound caught in my throat. Then I heard it. The sound that would haunt me forever. The gunshot. It was deafeningly, impossibly loud in that enclosed space. The sound seemed to echo endlessly in my ears. My ears rang painfully from the noise. Everything else disappeared except that terrible sound.

It must be the baby inside my belly who intentionally made me hear her whisper! It was her whispers that told me my parents were dead, and it was her who slowly guided me toward the abyss. But was this really my baby’s whisper, or was someone intentionally making me hear them? I was agonizing over what it really was, but clearly, the others were not planning to give me any more time to uncover the truth. My parents walked out from the backstage area before they pointed at me and scolded me loudly.

I did. At first, I heard only the normal old house sounds: the hum of the refrigerator, the tick of cooling pipes, rainwater dripping from the gutters. Then, from deep in the woods, came a howl. Low. Long. Controlled. It raised every hair on my arms. Colton went utterly still. “That wasn’t you,” I whispered. “No.” Another howl answered, farther away. My fingers tightened on the counter. “Hunters?” “No.” A strange relief started through me, but his expression stopped it.

Maybe he'll know what was really going on. Whoosh! I heard and stopped, listening and wondering what it was I had heard. Seconds turned into minutes, however , I didn't hear a thing. I turned my attention once again to the call I was about to make Whoosh Whoosh I became sure that I didn't hear it wrong. I spun around, facing the window. I took three long strides and I got to the curtain. My hand gripped the curtains, I moved them sideways and peeped out through the window. My heart almost leaped out of my mouth at the scene before me.

Too slowly. Maeve whispered, “That’s not him.” ⸻ The figure lifted one hand. And pointed toward Bramble. ⸻ Then spoke. Not with Corwin’s voice. With Ronan’s. “Little one.” ⸻ Bramble screamed. ⸻ Mason’s bell exploded into sound. Every Pathkeeper bell in Wolf Ridge answered. The forest lights flared. The old oak shook. And beneath the village… The Hollow began knocking so hard the ground trembled.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be