The Whispers In The Darkness Novels & Stories

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

The sterile white room began to wobble, the flickering lights spinning into a dark, blurry drain that pulled at my consciousness. My knees buckled completely, my body going slack as I sank back against his suit jacket. I tried to fight it, tried to hold on to awareness, but the darkness was too strong, too insistent. As the absolute darkness rushed in to swallow me whole, dragging me down into unconsciousness, a faint, twisted whisper vibrated right against my ear - intimate, possessive, triumphant. "Sweet dreams, wifey." The words followed me down into the void, echoing in the last fragments of my consciousness before everything went black.

​I hit the jammer. ​Everything went black. The hum of the city returned, but it sounded distorted, high-pitched. ​"Now!" Julian shouted. ​I heard the sound of a struggle—the dull thud of bodies colliding, the sharp crack of bone against bone, and the suppressed thwip of a silenced weapon. I didn't see what was happening; I didn't want to. I kept my back to the wall, sliding toward the kitchen exit. ​Julian’s voice was different in the dark.

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

I whispered. And then…. Darkness.

*** Pitch black. Nothingness. There are whispers on the wind that are light and making me spin as they berate me from one direction and the next. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but tiny bumps are raising all along my arm, and there’s a ripple of electricity that makes its way up, pulsing against my neck. The darkness opens up, dropping me from where I was and into more of it until something catches my ankle and that deep, raspy chuckle is back.

“I can’t—I won’t—” I grab his wrist, stopping him. His skin is hot beneath my fingers, his whole body tense like he’s barely holding himself together. I squeeze gently. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “I’m still me.” For now. The words remain unspoken, but I can see in his eyes that he hears them anyway. The Whispering Darkness That night, I don’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear it. “Daniel…” The voice slithers through my mind like oil, thick and suffocating. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t demand.

Something that pressed against my skin, my mind, my soul. And then I heard them. Whispers. Thousands of voices whispering from every direction. I couldn't make out words at first. Just the sound of voices layered over voices, echoing through the endless dark. "Everyone stay close!" Axel called. His dagger's flame was the only light, and it barely penetrated a foot into the darkness. "I can't see anything," Marcus said, his voice tight with fear. "Just hold hands. Keep moving forward." We walked. Each step felt like moving through water. The whispers grew louder, clearer. And I started to recognize words.

Her heart missed a beat, cold chills raced to the base of her spine as she saw shadows flickering on the wall before her, their outlines were growing bolder by the second that they almost looked like corporal forms leaning against the wall. Her heart pounded anew as tiny whispers sounded from all around her, their tiny pitches like cobwebs over her skin. The whispers stopped, the shadows vanished. Her breath hitched in fright as the darkness clogged her senses once more, making her unable to see anything or even breathe properly. Her stomach was a riot of hot flushes, nausea churned in her gut as a whoosh of breath was released against her face. A guttural whisper permeated the darkness clog

"Now that you're here..." A heartbeat thundered through the darkness. "...we can finally wake the real Evelyn." The darkness swallowed everything. Evelyn couldn't see Lucian. Couldn't see Eli. Couldn't see Kael. She could only hear the heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. It wasn't coming from somewhere around her. It was coming from everywhere. Then a whisper moved through the darkness. "Wake." Evelyn pressed both hands against her ears. "No." "Wake." "I said no!"