Lord Of Whispers Novels & Stories

“Another attempt and I will end you,” I hissed in his ear, tightening my grip to hear him choke. “WHERE ARE THEY?!” I demanded. He is flailing in my chokehold. His nails are digging into my arm, struggling for freedom and to suck in a breath of air. I loosen my hold just enough so he can speak. “Lord Tenebris,” he chokes. “The north.” I have no clue who this lord is. If he is the one in charge of demons, I can only guess how monstrous of a Lord he might be.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

“I won’t tell you anything, and no amount of torture will change that. You might as well tear my heart out and get your revenge. I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. Killing me won’t bring your dead daddy back to life.” Nox’s snarl echoed throughout the barren room, cracking off the metal plated walls. He stood over her, radiating pure fury and the kind of dominance that had me clenching my legs. “No, but it’ll sure feel good. You might not give us answers, but I’m willing to bet anything you’ll beg once the fun begins.” A shimmer of color appeared across the room, and I hissed through my teeth. “Why do you need to be here?” The Whisperer leaned against the far wall, his arms folded o

The whispering in the grand ballroom didn't just ripple through the crowd; it died instantly, swallowed by a heavy, suffocating silence that made the crackle of the massive hearths sound deafening. Lord Silas remained standing on the central dais, his arms slightly spread as if absorbing the collective shock of the high-ranking wolves before him. He was a man who traded in secrets, and this was his masterpiece.

“In addition to their matchless powers, whisperer wolves are as scared as the priests, dad. It’s being said that the human part of these wolves can hear the Moon Goddess’s command through their wolf’s whispers, as if she talks to them directly for every matter. What King Edgar has done is a disgrace to the Moon Goddess’s benevolence. He should be held accountable for his misdeed!” I spoke like a public prosecutor to advocate for the rights of the last whisperer alive, this was beyond my logic of safety. As an Alpha who could do anything to protect my land, this extreme measure was out of my jurisdiction. There was something more to this story, that the lycan King was definitely hiding a big

The mark on my hand pulsed in answer, and for a moment, I felt the heartbeat of the land — faint, uneven, but still there. Then I heard it. A whisper. Soft at first, like the rustle of leaves, but then clearer — words carried on the wind. Remember. My throat tightened. “Lyanna?” I whispered. But it wasn’t her voice. This one was younger, rawer, trembling with emotion. You promised you’d come back. I froze. “Who are you?” The whisper came again, closer this time. You left us in the dark. The air shimmered before me, and for an instant, I saw shapes — outlines of wolves moving through mist. Dozens of them. Their eyes glowed faintly, their forms translucent.

Her iridescent violet eyes gleamed with a terrifying, predator-like focus in the dim blue firelight. "Grand Commander," Lord Cassian’s voice rasped from the shadows, echoing off the damp stone walls. "The Council has reviewed your reports regarding the infiltration of Lord Gorgon’s estate. You claim the weapon manifests were destroyed in the explosion detonated by the Shattered Alliance. Yet, our intelligence suggests a high-ranking Lycan signature was present in the very same corridor you occupied."

Alicia challenged the whisperer, her voice laced with defiance. The whisperer responded with a malevolent laughter that seemed to envelop her, making her cast numerous nervous glances around. Yet, astonishingly, she encountered nothing, not even a soul; all that enveloped her was an abyss of darkness, intermittently pierced by faint, ethereal rays of light. "We have selected you because you bear the mark of world destruction. Within your womb resides two worlds and two warriors destined to clash, giving birth to a formidable entity. It is with this entity that we can together conquer the world," the whisperer responded ominously, intensifying my fear.

“One of Vanessa’s clients. He… he owed me. Once. He’s not clean, but he’s powerful. If anyone can scare Vanessa, it’s him.” Ethan didn’t like it. Not one bit. But Sienna’s tone made it clear—she was out of traditional options. And this was survival. “What’s his name?” he asked. Sienna looked him dead in the eyes. “Damon Graye.”

The one holding me down suddenly whispered huskily into my ear, "We've been watching you two all night. You have the cutest asses and smiles in this place. I'm going to lick your tight little asshole until you're nice and wet with my spit, and then I'm going to fuck you, boy." Fuck! Triggered! These guys had me cold now. There was no way I would or could resist or argue now. I heard Anthony moaning from the darkness and guessed he was into this too. I heard more moans from the darkness followed by the guy with Anthony whispering, "That's it, boy, suck that hard cock."