Hush Hush Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 : A Long Winter Sofia stood at the edge of her bedroom window, the pale morning light spilling across her bare feet. Outside, the city buzzed with life cars honking, dogs barking, vendors shouting but inside, her apartment was a cocoon of stillness. Not peace. Just silence.

Chloe said, "I will leave you here to enjoy your reading in peace, but I will have two guards stand right outside the glass doors to ensure your absolute safety, and I will return in a few hours to bring you a delicious lunch." Once Chloe left the room and the glass doors clicked shut, Hazel let out a long, happy sigh and began to wander through the endless rows of books, searching for a story that could transport her mind away from her scary new reality. She finally selected a beautifully illustrated book about ancient legends and mythical kingdoms, and she carried it over to one of the large leather armchairs by the window, curling her legs up beneath her pink silk dress as she opened the

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.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

“Do you remember where it is? Harold whispered. “Shhh!” Trisha replied, turning back to look at him. Then in a voice softer than Harold's she replied, “Yes, I do. Please don't make a noise. Text me if there's anything you want to say. My phone's on vibration.” She paused before contemplating what to say next and in those couple of seconds, three short, manly grumbles quaked through the benighted atmosphere, “And so should yours, too.” They continued wriggling their way through the dusty shelves then at last, Trisha stopped in front of a shelf, stood upright; to her full height—Wilkes and Harold doing the same, too, and pulled out a book that looked like it'll powderize at the slightest touc

"We both know the council your father is getting. His generals would think this the best time to show strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothing of theirs can be used against these five, talkless about one. I wonder why anyone would think to create these beings." From what Anna had read about them from her family's old book, these five whispers were created to protect the secrets of the sea. They were the very build of silence, made to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence, nothing ever wen

Hazel stuttered, and Halle gave a short laugh. “Your power, Hazel. You are just like my mother, and your speech works wonders. You have cursed speech,” she said, and Hazel looked at her with a brow raised. “Speak to the book, tell it to shrink, and it will obey you,” she said. Hazel hesitated before saying the word, “Shrink.” To her surprise, the book became so small it fit into her palm, leaving her mouth wide open. “That is the littlest thing you can do.”

Cole brings it to me, sitting back down on the couch while the kids roll around with their toys on the rug in front of us. Maeve is slack in Aviva’s arms, both of them fast asleep on the opposite couch. I smile at the image and quietly rip the paper away. It’s a book. Smaller than average and bound by fresh leather. There’s no title engraved on the cover. I look up at Cole, thinking he’d be smiling and a little pink in the cheeks in anticipation for my reaction, but he looks grave. I open it. It’s a printed rendition of the Book of Whispers.

It was a little bit heavier and bigger in size than a normal book. Her fingers ran to each of the imprinted letters as she blew the dust that covered them. Her nose itch because of the bountiful dust, making her sneeze thrice before forcefully ridding her red nose. But that would not stop her from her plan on reading the book – she became much more eager to read it. She went towards one of the tables and sat – good thing, no one was around in the library. Maybe Shahara didn’t want anyone to disturb them while she was lecturing her, she thought – she just shrugged her shoulders for her wild guess. She excitedly flipped the page of the book as her heartbeat speeds up fast with so much anticipa

The head master nodded and headed to tribune beginning his lecture. “Let us begin our lesson with the war 100 year ago,” the headmaster flicked his hand and books started to appear in our table. ‘Along with the Gods’ was written in the book cover. “In your hands now is the book that we will be using as reference for today’s lesson. Kindly open it to the fourth page, young wizlings.” The shuffling of the book pages can be heard throughout the lecture hall and the headmaster started his speech again.