The Whisper Man Novels & Stories

There is a page in one of Giselle's books where Giselle wrote something about Elora's Wolf whisperer ancestors and that was what she wanted to go through. She believed she may find something of importance inside it but they were just names... nothing important there. All she got from it is that the first Wolf whisperer was a man called "D" and that was it. The lack of information on her kind made her lose hope in ever finding anything of importance about herself.

Ilyria clamped her hand over her mouth, trying not to call out to the man. He sounded so desperate, so afraid, she wanted to let him know he was not alone. But that voice inside her warned her to listen more closely. So, she did. She once more heard the man’s groan. But there was also something else underneath. She held her breath as she listened, trying to picture the silence as something physical, a curtain that only had to be pulled back. The man groaned again, and the whispers grew more excited. It was as if the whispers carried the sound of the man’s voice.

Na pakiramdam ko sa tuwing maririnig ko ang mga salitang iyon mula sa kanya ay nagiging masaya ako higit sa sayang inaakala ko. We continue walking until we reached their veranda. And there, I saw an old man who looks exactly like Vaughn, standing while holding a glass of champagne on his right hand. It's tito Saimon. He didn't even change a bit after the past years. He still look the same, na animo'y hindi man lamang nadagdagan ang kanyang edad sa mga lumipas na taon.

“I’m not liking it.” The dark force was enough to cause the music to stop and make everyone to make their way towards the walls. While a figure walked towards the middle, who had grabbed everyone's attention. A man, who stood six foot one in what looked like ancient noble looking clothes. Wearing red button-down coat with gold buttons, black slacks and boots. Along with a red off the shoulder-cloak with a gold chain attachment. The strange man glanced around the room. “Spirit... Walker... come out... come out wherever... you are,” his voice purred with the darkness that surrounded him.

"Delia, I underestimated you. You are the woman Kral chose. You are not like other women." The man in black gritted his teeth and stared at me. His sinister voice came from under the mask. I didn't speak. I raised my eyes and looked indifferently at the pair of black eyes. I ordered the wolves with my mind, “Kill him.” The whistle rang in my ear, but it didn't give me a headache like that for the first time. I was right. This does not work on its users. Invisible sound waves expanded in the air, and green flames floated toward me at the sound of my whistle.

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.

The wolves let out fearful whimpers as they drew away. The masked man chuckled lightly, his eyes fixed on a particular wolf. The gaze seemed to pierce this particular wolf. Then with a deep voice, he asked. “ What's the update from the spies?" A buffy wolf, the one the masked man was looking at, took two strides closer to him before turning into his human form as sounds of bones breaking and painful growls rented the air. With a deep bow and a hand across his chest, the buffy wolfman dare not dwindle.

Sophia’s heart raced, her senses on high alert as they ventured further into the warehouse. A faint light appeared in the distance, drawing them toward it. As they approached, they could make out the outline of a figure standing by a table, the glow from a small lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. “Welcome,” the figure said, their voice distorted by a voice changer. Sophia couldn’t make out any distinguishing features, the person’s face hidden in the shadows. “I see you’ve come alone. Smart, but not smart enough.” Ethan tensed beside her, his hand subtly brushing against the small firearm hidden beneath his jacket. “We’re here. Now show us what you’ve got.”

The following day, I ventured out again, determined to reconnect with Brodie. This time, I pushed past the familiar two-mile marker. When I finally made the connection, it came too easily—almost alarmingly so. I refrained from speaking, choosing instead to simply sit in the silence and listen. But the quiet was unnerving. All I could hear was the relentless whisper of the wind, swirling around me like a ghost in a desolate landscape. It felt eerily still wherever Brodie was. I concentrated harder, pushing deeper into our connection, striving to see the world through his eyes.

Maybe sharing the burden would ease the weight she felt pressing down on her chest. She took a deep breath and leaned in, lowering her voice. “Something happened during the dive. With Maris.” Aurelia arched a brow. “What kind of something?” “I saw someone. A man. But he wasn’t part of Maris’s memories. I know it sounds impossible, but I’m sure of it. He looked right at me, said my name like he knew me. And now I can’t stop seeing him. He’s in my dreams, Aurelia. And there are… whispers. I keep hearing whispers, telling me to find him.”