It Started With A Whisper Novels & Stories

Lydia’s POV It began with a faint whisper, then a drifting sensation at the back of my mind that at first I told myself that it was only exhaustion, maybe the nerves, only the emotional weight of losing everything I had schemed for, but the whisper grew, not louder exactly, but deeper, like a tremor beneath the soil you don’t truly feel with your feet but with something older, more instinctual, the kind of instinct wolves were born carrying in their bones long before they ever learned to speak or shift or kill, and as the night dragged itself into the early hours of morning, I realized, with a sickening twist of dread, that the whisper did not belong to me at all.

Serena P. O. V The deafening sound of my alarm woke me up. I groaned while covering my ears, hoping to get rid of the deafening sound. “What's the alarm doing so early in the morning?” Leopold's grumbling made me reflexively wake up. I instantly realized why the alarm had gone off. I opened my eyes and found Leopold's half-body pressed against me. Try as I might, I tried to push him away, but he didn't budge an inch.

I whisper and blacked out. TBC

"He's a spy! Get him!" And so, the wedding ceremony became a crime scene. Looking towards May, I asked, "You're the one behind the voice, right?" She glared at me. "Ben gave me your bracelet while you were asleep, then replaced it with a completely identical one so you never noticed. "After wearing your bracelet for long enough, I was able to establish a connection with you and make you think the voice was coming from the baby in your womb." "Why did you do all this?" I asked.

I whispered. Shit.

Yet even in the aftermath — in the silence left by destruction — whispers persisted. Whispers that the fire had been no accident. Whispers that someone had wanted something silenced. Whispers that one day, long after the ashes cooled and Ashford Hollow resumed its careful routine, the truth would rise like smoke against a clear sky. The rain fell hardest on the night everything changed, washing the town in sorrow. But beneath its cold weight, unseen and patient, a seed of resilience took root in the heart of a frightened girl. And that seed would wait — quietly, stubbornly — for the day it could finally grow.

I whispered. To be continued...

It gave with a whisper. This was it.

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

he whispered and started to take off what he was wearing and what I was wearing _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment