The House Of Whispers Novels & Stories

His body pressed against mine, hot and unwanted. As we rode out, the brothel fading behind us, smoke started to rise from the windows. Flames licked the roof. Vesper’s screams echoed in my ears. And in my chest, that strange pull tugged harder—like a warning I couldn’t understand. But there was no time to wonder. The pack lands loomed ahead, dark and waiting.

The woman standing here felt older. Tired. When I returned to Mooncrest Manor Rowan’s family estate the lights were dim. Mrs. Calloway greeted me softly. “Miss Hale, you’re back early.” I forced a small smile. “Is Rowan home?” “Not yet.” Of course. I climbed the stairs slowly. His bedroom door was slightly open. Cedar and smoke lingered in the air. I stepped inside and looked around at the life we built. Photographs. Shared clothes. My books on his shelves.

The shadows seemed to cling to them as they made their way closer, every creak and rustle of the night magnified by their heightened senses. Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest, her hand tightening around the small flashlight she carried. The docks were a labyrinth of warehouses, shipping containers, and abandoned buildings, each one a potential hiding spot for Victoria’s secrets. They needed to be careful, methodical—one wrong move could alert Victoria or her henchmen to their presence.

His breathing steadied eventually. Mine didn’t. Sometime after midnight, I thought I heard whispering. Not from outside. From inside. Low. Right above us. I told myself it was the wind in the vents. But it said my name. And I stayed still. Because moving felt like permission. By morning, the envelope was gone. The table was empty. Soph swore she didn’t touch it. I didn’t either. Irene was still asleep. The house smelled faintly like ivory again. And in the doorway, just faint enough to think I imagined it—

I just couldn't find the need to stay in that damn party. Umalis ako ng mansion at piniling manatili sa lugar na hindi gaanong matao dahil iilan lamang ang bahay na nakikita ko. I was walking on my way there when I felt a presence from my back. I know someone's following me. I pretended that I didn't know about it and just continue walking until I finally got there. I was standing there while facing the moon. And I know that someone's staring at me. "Get the fuck out of there."

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.

A whisper, distorted by distance or deliberate masking. “Do not answer Patricia first.” Leah’s blood went cold. The recording crackled. Then the whisper continued. “She is not the one who kept the first room locked.” The message ended. No one moved. The hall seemed to lose air. Leah looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at the phone. And somewhere inside the house, Robert’s flowers sat in the morning room, beautiful and silent, while the old machinery turned another hidden wheel.

They laughed and Kate waved them goodbye. When Annika and Kurt arrived at his house, the helpers welcomed them and they bought Annika’s things upstairs. Kurt told Annika to wait for him in the living room. Annika nodded and waited for Kurt in the living room. She got a small book and she started reading it while waiting. Kurt went upstairs. Annika became suspicious when she was halfway done with her book, Kurt was taking longer upstairs. What is he doing? She stood up and walked slowly upstairs. She was careful with her footsteps. She heard a little noise near Kurt’s bedroom, so she went that way. She peaked a little, she saw Kurt changing his door lock. She came to him and Kurt was startled

She doesn’t see me, and instead of leaving Layla’s phone by the coffee machine like I intended, I decide I might as well deliver it upstairs for her. That incessant scratching sound echoes through the house as I round a corner and walk into the foyer. Shadows dance in the formal living room, and for a split second I’m sure I see a young woman sitting at the grand piano, her ghostly white fingers resting on the keys. I take another drink from the bottle and let the booze snake through my body, numbing my senses, the same senses that allow me to see these things–these ghosts. This house is full of them. They don’t care about me. They’re not bothered by my presence. But one of them….

The whispering seemed close but indistinct, as though someone was having a quiet conversation. Curiosity and a strange unease filled her as she slowly opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The moonlight filtering through the large windows barely illuminated the path in front of her, casting long shadows along the walls. Lune followed the sound of the whispers, her steps slow and careful, her heart pounding with a growing sense of dread.