Soul Whispers Novels & Stories

It called for a light caress of airily played notes, followed by a chorus of angelic sighs before adding, “Souls entwined.” Her rhythm continued, pushing and pulling her through whispers that only made themselves known as she followed along. “Given you mine,” she sighed, breaking up the message. “...For a chance at life,” her mixer called to her to decompose and mimic it “chance at life,” until the next whisper formed. It struck her as odd but somehow steading to moan into the microphone, “breathe into me,” and clearly with a richness all her own, her voice snapped out, “and out to him.”

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

Only Spencer Lithgow's voice, with a hint of tiredness, rang out, "Kaylee?" "Spencer, it's raining heavily right now. I'm stuck by the river and can't get back. Can you come pick me up?" The person on the other end of the phone fell silent, and I clutched tightly onto the umbrella. My palm was damp with sweat. In my dreams, it seemed as if Spencer had cried when he took care of my skeletal remains. His tears dripped one by one onto my decomposed body and exposed bones. I could feel the burn of those tears even through my dreams.

She was trapped in a world she didn’t understand, surrounded by people who saw her as nothing more than an obligation. As her eyelids grew heavy, the whispers returned, faint and insistent. They were different this time—closer, almost tangible. “Diva…” Her eyes snapped open, her heart pounding. The voice was soft, melodic, and haunting. “Help me…” Diva sat up, her blood running cold as the whispers grew louder, echoing through the room like a mournful cry. And then, just as suddenly as they began, they stopped, leaving her in suffocating silence.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

** Shadows of the Past** Sophia held her breath, feeling the veil settle over her shoulders. The faint, ghostly voices filled the room, weaving through the air in a rhythmic chant, their sorrowful tones heavy with memories and longing. Ethan’s hand tightened around hers, anchoring her amidst the echoing whispers. Together, they stood before the ancient altar, their breaths in sync as the supernatural presence pressed down around them. “Do you feel that?” she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving her face.

I am confident that this time you will be able to make things right. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the water's edge. The Weres floated gently down the current, their eyes reflecting the glow of the Spirit River. Each soul shimmered with a unique light, an echo of their earthly lives—some flickering like candle flames, while others glowed with the steady brilliance of stars. I felt their stories wrapping around me, their joys and sorrows intertwining with my own. “Come,” I whispered, my heart aching for the souls before me. “It is time to release your burdens. You are safe here.”

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

Thomas muttered, adjusting his pack. They lit torches and ventured into the darkness. The cave was cold and damp, the air thick with an otherworldly presence. As they walked deeper, they began to hear whispers—soft at first, then growing louder. "Sophia..." The voice was her mother's. "Why did you let me die?" Sophia froze, her heart pounding. "That is not real," she whispered to herself. "The cave is trying to confuse me." "Stay focused," Noah called out from beside her. "Do not listen to the whispers. They are echoes of the past, fragments of memories left behind by those who entered before us."