The Whisper Man Novels & Stories

“I’m not who you thought I was.” A long pause. “Who are you?” he asked quietly. I held his gaze steadily. “Isla Hale. Daughter of Alpha Magnus Hale of the Crescent Moon Pack.” Recognition dawned slowly. The Crescent Moon Pack was ancient. Strategic. Powerful. “You hid that from me.” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I wanted someone to love me without my title.” The words were honest. Bare. “And now?” he asked. “Now I know what I was loved for.” His jaw tightened.

My wolf is an Alpha’s wolf, and an alpha does not whimper. Then I heard some clear words. "Me?!" A woman’s voice cut through the rustling leaves. She was on the verge of a full-blown scream, but she sharply caught herself, choking the sound back into a harsh whisper. I adjusted my hearing, straining against the distance and the roar of the falls. "Yes. I know you, Es..." The last part of the name blurred in my ears, muffled by a sudden gust of wind. I couldn't catch the exact syllable. Was it a name? A title?

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

“The thing is, if Bruce never brought him to that room, I may not have met him but at the same time … he slept with him before I got the chance to. I am so bitter.” Before anyone else could say anything, a knock came on their booth door and a kind looking black-haired man peeked into view. “Hello. You all must be my clients.” The man said, stepping into the booth. “I am Whisper. It is very nice to meet you.” “And you as well.” Ages said, getting to his feet and handshaking the man. “Please have a seat, we are about to order something to eat, is there anything you want?” “Nothing really.” The man said, smiling kindly at them as Celt and Fern introduced themselves. But Eden was staring at him

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

He put it to the highest volume so that he won’t hear any noise aside from his music. Meanwhile, a loud noise can be heard in a nearby house. The breaking sound of the glass that comes off the table rang out in the whole house. There, a guy came out of the house while hanging his empty bag on his shoulder. He has this blank and emotionless face while walking out of the house. He looked at his own Harry Winston wrist watch that was a gift to him by his father.

When the morning would come, the whispers in his head would go away. The mirror in front of him had revealed hideous parts of his soul as if he was staring directly at it. The man in the mirror was Don Isagise, his alter ego. He refused to believe that this was him, a murderer and so came the whispers.

Times passes and the barking has now stopped, the only thing I hear is silence, just as I had started to give up hope a small sound of what I think was steal hitting rocks echo’s around me then slowly I start to see sparks of light until it blinds me. “WE FOUND HER” comes a strong male voice in the distance, After god only knows how long i take a deep breath of the cold winter air, blinking a few times to adjust to the light that blinds my eyes i see that I'm in a hole, a very deep hole in the cold wet ground. I reach my hand up to the heavens then slowly pull my sore body from the mud tell in standing in to hole with a clear sight of my surroundings, I’m standing in a deep hole in the middl

I have not bothered to try mindlink because I know if I can’t feel Skye, there is no way I can get through to Logan either. The sound of a heavy and old door opening reaches me, and I wait to see if anyone is coming. After a while, I can hear two pairs of footsteps coming closer. Then I hear someone whisper to the other one, and the other whispering back a woman and a man, I think. At first, I couldn’t hear it very well, and only a few words, but then the whispers got louder. “I want to beat that pup out of her. It is supposed to be me!” The female voice whispers.

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit