Jojo Horton Hears A Who Novels & Stories

“Wait, I hear something. Shh…” Aria let out a soft whimper and then a quiet half bark. Hal had heard nothing like it. Let alone come from a human before. It unnerved him. “What was that?” He tried to whisper as best as he could. Aria bent down and retrieved the only working flashlight. Then passed it to Hal. “I hear movement down the tunnel we came from. I’m hoping it's part of our group. But I can’t be sure. That was our sign that we’re here and okay.”

he added before walking away, disappearing into the crowd like he’d never been there at all. Ari’s legs felt like lead as she watched him go. Her chest ached with the weight of a desire she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight, and maybe didn’t want to. And then she heard it: a low, mournful howl that rolled over the city rooftops, echoing through the alleys and streets. It wasn’t human. It wasn’t animal. It was something in between. Ari’s blood ran cold. The city, the danger, the man she shouldn’t want—it was all connected. And she had a feeling she’d just stepped into a world where the rules didn’t apply.

The view in front of her was blurry and she blinked her eyes few times. A bright smile formed on her lips seeing Ares in front of her. "Ares!" She exclaimed and immediately got up in a sitting position. "You came!" The joy in her voice was could be heard. "Yes little one. How can I stay away from my mate, hmm?" He said and was surprised when she hugged him out of nowhere. "I missed you." She mumbled in a small voice, her voice was just above a whisper and he won't have heard it if it wasn't for her supernatural hearing.

The first howl came at dawn. It wasn’t one of ours. It was guttural, wrong—like something dead trying to remember how to sing. The sound cut through the morning mist like a blade, silencing the forest in a single breath. Birds stilled. The wind died. Even Nyx went stiff in my chest, ears pinned back, hackles raised. Mara burst into my cabin a moment later, still half-shifted, her eyes golden and wild. “They’re at the eastern ridge,” she growled. “Cursed ones. Four, maybe five. We don’t know if they’ve crossed the border yet.”

Slowly, I tried to open my eyes as I began to hear unfamiliar voices. "What if she wakes up and asks for food?" "We can't give her any or Master Wisen will kill us!" "But elder sister looks thirsty..." "You give her your share then, Chik." "Okay, okay, that's enough. Let's give her some water..." Who? Who were these people?

The first hum of traffic stirs beneath the apartment, the city awakening like a great beast stretching itself from slumber. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, bare feet meeting the warmth of the hardwood with practiced silence. In the hush, I hear the measured tick of my wristwatch from across the room, the low mechanical purr that syncs itself to the pulse at my throat.

"Was your client forced to sign it, or was he hypnotized?" Someone in the gallery let out a chortle. I turned around and realized it was Dad. At the end of the hearing, when the judge announced that the court was adjourned and the verdict would be issued at a later date, I stood up. Kayla suddenly spoke in my arms, not in my head. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the person sitting in the defendant's seat to hear. "Mommy, Daddy won in our previous life. This time, it's our turn."

Liora’s P.O.V. “The fight is tomorrow,” Gavin said, his voice rising despite himself. “I have less than twenty-four hours to prepare...” My heart slammed against my ribs. Before he could say another word, I lunged forward and clamped my hand over his mouth. “Shhh!” I pointed toward my ears, my eyes wide with warning. “They can hear.” As everyone had supernatural hearing in this house, speaking loudly was risky. Anyone could hear the news I was trying so hard to hide.