The Whisperer Book Novels & Stories

They were memories, trying to break through whatever had been done to suppress them. "Mica," I whisper into the darkness, my voice breaking on the name just like his had. "My name is Mica.”

And a voice—deep, commanding—whispered something I couldn’t make out. When I woke, my hand ached as though I’d been gripping something far too tightly. And in the corner of the room, where moonlight didn’t reach, I thought I saw a figure watching. When I blinked, it was gone. But the whisper remained. Alright — I’ll extend Chapter 18 – The Whisper Beneath the Throne with a midnight encounter scene right after Astrid sees that shadow in her room. And in the corner of the room, where moonlight didn’t reach, I thought I saw a figure watching.

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

I whispered his name. He was looking at me with his eyes full of unknown emotions. I could probably name it but not as a whole. "Larie..." Just by hearing him says my name, I couldn't help myself but to feel weak. Pakiramdam ko ay nanghihina ako sa tuwing naririnig ko siyang binabanggit ang aking pangalan. Ang lakas ng pagkabog ng aking dibdib ay hindi ko makayanan. He placed himself on my back and hugged me from behind. I smiled. Feeling the coldness of water that runs across my body together with his heat that enveloped me, I didn't know what did I do to deserve it. To let me feel it. Him.

You worked with May to kill me and take the pocket watch for yourself, so that you could provide that intel to the enemy! "Other than the method to open it, there's actually one last secret to this pocket watch… "This pocket watch is actually a voice recorder, too!" "You… Impossible!" His face turned pale. This was the final straw. The thing that would bring everything to an end. I turned the crown three times counterclockwise and pressed the button. This was the last message my husband had left for me before he died. In front of everyone, the recording played clearly. "You… you really were a spy! You were behind everything!" This was Ben's voice.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

I whispered. I walked over to the counter, picked up the small bag, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Without wasting another second, I opened the door and walked out, leaving behind the safety of my room—and maybe, a part of myself too. I walked back outside and followed him. We got to Mrs. Yates's room, and I asked him to excuse us. He went outside; I looked at the woman and spat on her face, then injected her and she slept off immediately. After some few minutes, I walked back outside; he looked at me, waiting for an answer, and I gave him an assuring look before making my way upstairs.

I could hear the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs underfoot. “Who is this source?” I asked, trying to keep up with Selena’s brisk pace. “She’s a bit of a recluse,” Selena said. “Her name is Elara. She’s not part of any pack, but she has a way of knowing things. People call her the Whisperer.” “The Whisperer?” Fatima scoffed. “Sounds like something out of a bad horror movie.” Selena chuckled. “Maybe, but she’s good. Trust me.”

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut