The Murmur Of Bees Novels & Stories

Beep... beep... beep... This incessant beeping will not stop! It started out as a distant ringing, like a high pitched echo from far away, barely even audible. Now, it's close enough to discern that it's a machine of some sort, driving me insane with it's obnoxious, high pitched, hullabaloo! I can't open my eyes, nor can I move to turn it off or get away from it. Have I been reborn? Slowly, I begin to hear the voices of two women chatting back and forth.

Well, not exactly a kiss but just a peck on the cheek. The stubble on his cheek makes me feel like I'm kissing a sand paper, and when I pull back I've already planned that tomorrow's morning kiss would be one that will land on the spot where he doesn't have stubble on, just a little bit higher on the cheekbone. "Love you," he murmurs behind my back when I've already cracked the door open so I turn to him and force a smile despite my urge to want this to just end already, "Love you too Honey."

" With that, Carter steadied Jodie by the waist and walked toward the door. Staring down at the mess scattered across the floor, I called out for the housekeeper, Hilda Lukasiak. The mansion, however, stood in eerie silence. With a sigh, I carefully picked up the shattered porcelain bowl and tossed the pieces into a nearby trash bin. Just then, a flash of lightning split the night, followed by a thunderclap that rattled the walls. Startled, I collapsed to the floor. In my panic, I tried to get to my feet, but my hand struck the jagged porcelain, leaving deep cuts along my palm. Taking a moment to steady my breath, I scrambled for my phone and called the family doctor, Frank O'Connor.

"Why would I choose to live in your condo unit?" I furrowed my brows. I heard him murmuring something, but it was low that I couldn't hear it clearly. He was averting his gaze, his lips narrow opened as it spoke small noises which I couldn't hear properly.

It buzzed towards the window, landing on the sill with a soft thud. I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the bee. "Well?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "What did you find out?" I held my breath as the black bee landed on my shoulder, its small body heaving with exhaustion. Its wings were limp, as if it had flown an impossible distance without pause. Its tiny chest was heaving, and I could hear its heart beating furiously against its ribcage. I felt a pang of concern for the little creature. "What happened?" I asked, my voice low and gentle. The bee looked up at me with its multifaceted eyes, and I could see a hint of fear and anxiety in its expression.

Louise muttered as she squeaked. Slowly, there was a hum, faint but very disturbing, causing the conversation to stop to hear the voice more clearly. As the hum grew louder, a colony of glowing insects darted before their eyes, circling overhead. It was the Pixies, the fierce hum muffled at the sight of familiar faces.

Sharp, fast, like a bee with purpose. Collin made a noise like an animal. Baylee squeezed his thigh hard with her other hand — a silent don’t you dare. A single bead of blood welled up, rich and red and very real. Everyone in the clearing stilled. Power rolled off it. Even before Melody touched it to the salt, Baylee felt it — a soft pulse, weirdly familiar, as if the blood already knew where it was going. It hummed against her skin, a frequency she recognized without knowing how.

He didn't even know how to react. He rose and moved toward me. Just as he reached out, ready to close his hand around my throat, the drug surged through him again. Grinding his teeth, he gave up, thinking, 'So be it. Grant humans five years. Such lowly creatures can't even stir up any real trouble.' But then he found himself noticing something else—his queen was strikingly beautiful. Her smile was bright, her eyes clear and unruffled when awake, as if nothing in the world surprised her. Yet asleep, stripped of her defenses, she looked like the innocent girl she still was at her age.

And Mila, with crimson on her palms and a splinter in her hand, had no memory of what happened. Back in his office, Adrien scoured the incident logs. Nurse Danielle’s report was vague. She’d found Mila alone in the room, crouched like a child, humming a tune she hadn’t played since her first visit to the Glass Room. The melody had no name. Adrien recognized it from Mila’s private session a soft, sorrowful piece with an aching dissonance. The notes sounded like mourning. Mila hadn’t spoken since. Adrien tried to reach her emotionally, professionally, but she seemed to be somewhere else entirely. A deep regression, perhaps triggered by the violent event, or something more... artificial. Induce

Beep* Her enhanced hearing, once a gift, now cursed her. The relentless honking of vehicles drilled into her brain, each echo threatening her skull to split into two. Sirens howling in the distance, voices rising in panic, the sharp crackle of broken glass shifting around her. And worse, the low, maddening buzzing that seemed to come from inside her ears, like static crawling beneath her skin. She moaned. Then– *Bang. Bang. Bang* The sudden pounding on her window jolted her back to the surface.