Soul Whispers Novels & Stories

I said. Silas closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to hum. But it was not a single tune. It was a hundred, a thousand, all at once—a roaring tsunami of every emotion, every trivial thought, every forgotten memory he had ever harvested from us and who knows how many others. It was the sound of a universe arguing with itself. The very air around him shimmered with the violent, conflicting energy. The Echo-Wraiths descended upon him like sharks to chum, swirling around him in a frenzy, drinking in the glorious, meaningless noise. He stood firm at the base of the spire, a conductor of chaos, holding the monsters’ attention.

he whispered. THE END

Made part of the fuel. They lower their hand, their touch gentle on the aster’s petal. And they begin to hum. It’s not the old, maddening song. It’s the song of bittersweet remembrance. The one they forged with the wraith. The song of regret and acceptance. They hum it to the aster. To the new shoot. To the scars. To the endless work. And from the depths of the Cage, from the petrified arm and the sorrowful wraith trapped within, a whisper echoes. Faint. Fragmented. Not with a solution. Not with a promise of relief.

I recorded the melody, layering the notes with the specific rhythmic pauses we had invented as children to communicate without words. The light is fading from the stone, and I walk the empty halls alone. But in the dark, I hear your name,The ghost of love, the dying flame.If time has stolen what we knew,I’ll burn the world to get to you. ​I played the recording back. It sounded haunting, a thin, lonely line of sound that carried the weight of everything I was losing. It was the only way to remind her that I was still here, somewhere underneath the code and the protocols. It was a beacon for two ghosts lost in the same graveyard.

Her thrilled sounded voice became quiet and glum. “Annika?” She asks once more, but Annika did not respond to her sister. Sophia got worried and approached her. Annika immediately hugged Sophia, she wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face in her chest the moment she reached Annika. Sophia was perplexed as to what was going on with her sister, and then she noticed Annika was already crying.

If werewolves can exist then who is to say that whatever I saw and experienced was fake? “Run away.” A feminine voice whispered beside me. I jumped up in alarm.