I Could Only Whisper Your Name Novels & Stories

In a barely audible murmur filled with exhaustion, he whispered: “I love you, Freya.”

Then I heard someone softly whispering my name. “Lucia.“ “Lucia.“ I heard it for the second time then unwrapped myself out of the blanket and walked towards the door, it was midnight and every where was quite that even if a needle was to drop the sound would be obvious to every wolf ear.

he murmurs, his voice low and grounding, as if the single word could anchor us both. My throat feels raw, scorched, as though I’ve swallowed fire and smoke and every word I might have spoken has been burned to ash. I force out the only name that matters. “Violet?”

--- Do you guys want to see MeSsio's dreamy wedding, or do you want to know who stole those hot, sexy men from the border? Whisper: *I wish it was me, *sobs**

he murmurs. “Why… Why am I feeling like this?! What am I?!!” I cry out through hitched breaths. This is where he grins and leans down close to my ear. The name he whispers sends me into such a state of shock that I forget about the pain in my wrists and the burning in my chest from the wolfsbane. “No! No, that’s not right, I can't-”

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

They were memories, trying to break through whatever had been done to suppress them. "Mica," I whisper into the darkness, my voice breaking on the name just like his had. "My name is Mica.”

she whispered, breathless, her voice trembling as she clung to him. He groaned at the sound of his name on her lips, his pace growing more fervent. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough and low, his lips brushing against her skin. “Say my name, Althea. I want it to be the only thing you remember when you shatter in my arms.”

I whisper again, softer this time, the sound barely leaving my lips. My chest tightens and it’s harder to breathe. I press my forehead against the floor, closing my eyes because keeping them open takes too much effort. The room feels colder than before, or maybe I’m just losing heat. Derek’s growl fades again, weaker, almost nothing now. “No… stay with me,” I breathe out. “Don’t… don’t do that.” My breath rattles. My fingers loosen. I try one more time to whisper her name, but only half of it comes out. My voice breaks. Everything feels like it’s being pulled away from me in slow motion.

Her thumb drew along the rim of her glass slowly. "And then you call out my name," he continued, his voice cracking slightly. "Over the wall. While you're with another person." That got her attention. Her hand lingered. Her gaze flashed upward, cold now. "You heard that?" He gestured, reluctantly. "I hear everything." Her jaw spasmed. "Then you were listening." "I couldn't help it," he said. More silence. Sienna got to her feet and walked towards the window, standing to stare at the city outside. Her angry face glared back at her in the mirror.