The Whisper Man Kindle Novels & Stories

If I could move my lips I would have shrieked in its shadowy face. Even still, there was a small voice in the back of my head that whispered, you deserve this. This is what you get when you turn on your friends. You have only yourself to blame. “Such a sad little witch, all alone. I hear you crying in your sleep. I see what you hide. Let me ease your pain, your guilt. Let me devour you.” the shadow man whispered, and in my grief his voice was strangely soothing, but I knew that’s what he must have wanted because his fingers continued to trail down my throat. His touch was firm, possessive. “Give in to me as all the others have.”

Just when the Wraith Infant was anxiously pacing back and forth. A chilly sandalwood scent drifted over from far away, like it just showed up out of nowhere, but somehow it also felt totally natural. He grabbed Amelia's wrist, lifted one hand to cover her ear, and as he looked up, runes surged over. Gillian saw the man freeze and shut her mouth too, because the look in his eyes was so cold it seemed like he was about to crush her throat. And those invisible the evil spirits were running around everywhere, scared that if they didn't hide fast enough, they'd be wiped out.

The silence of the morning carried the same hollow stillness that had followed the blaze fifteen years ago—the day smoke devoured the sky and stole everything she had known. She forced her hands to keep moving. Order was comforting. Order was safe. “Clara, did you see this?” The voice exploded into the quiet like a burst of color. Lena Torres rushed toward the counter, apron dusted in flour, curls bouncing with energy. She smelled faintly of cinnamon and sugar, the scent following her everywhere like an aura of warmth. Clara allowed a small smile. “Good morning to you too.” “Forget good morning.” Lena held up a small leather-bound book, its cover faded nearly to gray. “Tell me this doesn’t l

I could feel him, rock hard and ready with nothing but a couple thin layers of clothing between us. Dear God this man could turn me inside out, I thought as I drank in every ounce of passion of this moment. He broke the kiss and thrust against me again as he leaned in and whispered, “Now you know how I felt last night when I was devouring your perfect, naked body.”

He stood and aimed directly at the bag, shooting it five times before puffing on his cigar again Blood covered the bag, and he smirked before facing the men. "Dump her" he ordered and started leaving, but that was when he remembered no sound came from the bag when he shot. He stopped and turned back, glancing at the completely red bag for a while before speaking. "Show me her face" he ordered, and the bag was opened by Jaw himself. Instead of a female, it's one of his men! Not an ordinary one! His most trusted man! His eyes widened so much, and he ran to the body immediately, squatting beside it

It petrified The room was smaller, weightier. The air pressed against my skin with cold fingertips. I turned my head, inch by inch—and, oh, so very inch by inch—to the dark corner next to the bookshelf. Nothing. However, the cold remained. Then there came the whisper, the insistent and raspy whisper, that stroked my ear, almost but not quite out of my imagination. “Aiden!"

"The Whisperer does not attack directly. He infiltrates through trust. He will speak through someone you trust completely. And his first message has already arrived." The woman held out her hand, and in her palm was a small piece of glass. Inside the glass, Siron saw Kit’s face, but his eyes were shimmering silver, and his lips were moving, speaking unheard words. "Kit?" Siron murmured. Elara nodded. "The Whisperer has already touched him. And now, he will use Kit to get to you." Siron spun around, searching for Kit. He saw Kit talking to Liora, looking perfectly normal. But when Kit turned toward him, for a fleeting second, Kit’s eyes flashed silver.

No reply. I whispered into the darkness “Who are you?”

That was until I heard the first whisper. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. Isolation and the dark tend to stir the imagination, conjuring sounds out of nowhere. I stopped, holding my breath, listening intently to the dead air, waiting for any sign of life. "Elias..." The whisper was soft, intimate, like a lover’s breath against the back of my neck. I turned sharply, my heart hammering in my chest. My flashlight darted across the room, but there was nothing there.

Ethan’s POV He’d never stepped foot in the Hollow Woods alone before. No Alpha did. The trees weren’t just ancients they were cursed, drenched in blood rites and the howls of broken wolves. Only outcasts lived here. And worse the ones who traded in secrets. But Ethan needed one of them now. He needed the Whisperer. The one who could find wolves even death forgot. A shadow moved through the twisted trunks. She appeared like smoke hooded, blindfolded, barefoot. Eyes covered, but her voice was sharp as glass.