Sonic Tangle X Whisper Novels & Stories

I started pulling it out of the shelf but suddenly I heard someone whisper into my ears. "So this is where you have been holed up all day." Xander's baritone voice whispered into my ears with his warm breath fanning on my ears. I jolted, hearing him, and dropped the book as I stumbled backwards, almost falling on the floor, but Xander caught me and pulled me against his chest with his hand secured around my waist.

A fragile, quiet, sacred beginning. Born not from grand words. But from a garden. A cat. A lake. And two people who had finally learned how to come home. the deepest apologies aren’t spoken in anger — they’re whispered in stillness, with a shoulder brushing a knee, and the unspoken promise that this time, neither of them will let go.

I moaned, long and low, pushing back. “Relax, baby,” he whispered. “Gonna open you up nice.” Two fingers, then three. Stretching, scissoring, curling to graze my prostate. Pleasure sparked bright behind my eyes. Silver Chain knelt in front of me again. His cock out, condom already rolled on, and slick. He guided my head down. “Open. Suck me.” I took him deep. Moaned around him while Deep Voice fingered me open. Tattooed Guy moved behind Deep Voice, his hands roaming over his back, kissing his neck, stroking him through his jeans.

Whispering. “Run.”

I whispered. Xander stepped toward the pedestal, but he stopped abruptly, his arm shooting out to bar my path. He bared his fangs, a low, tectonic growl vibrating in his chest. "Wait. Something is wrong. The air... it’s ionized." I looked closer. A faint, shimmering veil of white light was dancing between the crystalline pillars. It looked like a heat haze, but as I adjusted my vision to the draconic spectrum, I saw the truth.

she whispered, still rubbing her chest to ease the pain. "I told you I won't let death take you away from me." He rasped softly grabbing the side of her neck before wrapping his hand around her throat. Pulling her closer he gently pecked her shivering lips and pulled back. His eyes dropped to his hand wrapped around her throat and he felt satisfied with the tattoo. The glint in his eyes as he stared at his hand around her throat explained everything she needed to know about his new tattoo. Issac was sinister. Crazy.

(Isla’s POV) The morning in Crescent Valley felt heavier than usual. Frost clung to the valley trees like silent witnesses, and the wind carried whispers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Lyra stirred beneath my skin, uneasy. He’s close. You feel it. I did. Rowan’s presence lingered across the distance, even though he had left the night before, stepping back into shadows I couldn’t reach. But the bond, the pulse, the ache didn’t lie. It throbbed, raw and impatient, a tether I couldn’t ignore.