Lord Of Whispers Novels & Stories

Lihont whispered, his voice sounding extremely weird, like someone else was speaking through him. He raised his hands toward the full moon and began reciting some strange spells and scary chants. “Haulaurow Drequito bregavidaras Masstre tanwirop faeraq!” The words were from a language that no one could understand and the Dark Lord was the one whispering the words into Lihont's ear. The air around the mansion immediately became chilly, turning so cold that the breath of the soldiers in the field came out like white clouds.

My eyes widened, “hurry, show me in your mind, they both need us, before it’s too late.” I placed my hands on his head, and he thought of the dungeons, and I opened a portal, grabbed his hand and stepped through. We were behind a dark witch and then to my surprise, dark witches began to appear all around us. My hand tightened on his and he looked at me, I shook my head, “do not move,” I whispered to him, “they are not here for us, but her.” My eyes focused on Whisper, her essence was bright and shining as the sun in a lavender hue all around her, her eyes were like molten silver as they shimmered and the sword in her hands was one that only a goddess could wield.

He was never going to have it in this life and in the next. If Marcus wanted to destroy me, he wouldn't get to use my body as the final weapon. I would rather give it to anyone else. When I returned to the sofa, Lily followed, her arms crossed, her glare fixed on Marcus until he finally left, banging the door hard enough to bang the frame. Silence filled the room. My breath came fast, my hands shaking. Then Lily sat beside me, her eyes softening. “He is poison, Lena. He always has been. You do not need him around you. You deserve better than him, better than the whole damn Blackthorn name.”

Linda's words initially left me completely bewildered. Before long, it all became horrifyingly clear. The chauffeur's hand landed on my shoulder, and with a brutal tug, he pulled me closer to him. A repugnant odor wafted from his mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. In my line of sight, Linda had retreated and sat beneath a towering oak tree, silently witnessing the unfolding events.

I wandered, fingers trailing along spines, until a thick, aged tome caught my eye: The Rift: The Blood Feud Between Shadowmoor and Nightfang. Curiosity burned. I sat, flipping through tales of broken treaties, stolen land, and one chilling entry about a Luna from Nightfang who was assassinated by a Shadowmoor spy. No wonder these packs hated each other. “I wouldn’t start with the war crimes,” a voice drawled behind me. “The poetry section’s less likely to give you nightmares.” I looked up sharply. A woman leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, expression wickedly amused. She wore combat boots, a half-buttoned uniform jacket, and a smirk that could slice steel. Her dark blonde curls were

Lambo thundered again, and some of them began peeing on themselves as they reset their guns on the bullseye. The smell of death filled the air already, ready to take whoever makes the slightest mistake. No room for repentance in here, one mistake and you'll be in the bus to hell. "Go check on the boss, she should be up by now" Lambo told Taylor. Taylor only glared at no one in particular before walking away. She made her way to the biggest apartment in the clan. THE TERMINATOR'S DOMAIN was written boldly on the door. She took a deep breath before opening it slowly...

"Alright, sir. I'll escalate your request to our higher-ups. However, the restoration process will depend on their final decision." Samuel nearly dropped the phone in relief, flooding Sally on the other end with his thanks. Then came the agonizing wait. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was able to see the hidden information in the Silhouette account.