The Whispers In The Darkness Novels & Stories

They were like shadows but not empty ones. They moved and twisted, Their shapes unnatural. Their presence was Oppressive and cold My smile faded. The white spirits stilled and the clearing went silent. And then— I heard whispers at first, I couldn’t make out the words. Just the tone growing louder every minute. The dark figures stepped closer. The white ones didn’t move or protect me again, they didn’t try to stop them. My chest tightened. “What’s happening…?” I whispered. No answer. The whispers grew louder and more clearer till I could make out the words And then I heard it.

Lyra was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void. Soft at first. Then another. And another. The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.

I was too nervous to see what was the result that I even got out from the restroom without looking at it and closing my eyes. I handed it to Belinda and let her see it. I was sweating all over because I couldn't heard any word from her when she suddenly spoke in a whisper. I was about to open my eyes to look at it when she suddenly screamed that I even covered both of my hear because of her voice. "Oh my god!" Sigaw niya.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."

My wide curious eyes stared at her hazel ones. She smiled, looking down at me. "Soon, baby. You will find him soon." Suddenly, her beaming face started to get blurry. I rubbed my eyes, but her sight only got hazier. Her distant voice drifted to my ear, but I couldn't seem to respond as black spots spread across my vision. And then everything was dark. Out in the darkness, a whisper echoed like a gust of wind somewhere from an uncouth distance, drawing me towards it… And then the whisper turned louder and louder, slowly pulling me from a profound darkness towards the rays of bright light that danced across my closed eyelids, an urgent voice reached my ears along with a jerk on my entire upper

A force stronger than gravity dragged her inside, pulling her into a space where there was no ground beneath her feet, no sky above. Only a hollow, endless abyss. She stumbled forward, weightless, lost in a world that was neither past nor present. Her own breath echoed around her, swallowed by the darkness. And then the whispers came. Not one. Many. Disjointed voices swirled like shadows, half-formed memories circling her like specters. They called her name, whispered secrets, taunted her with her own choices, her own mistakes. "Liar." "You loved him. You betrayed him." "You always do this."

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

Darkness chuckled. “You are so small my little white.” He kissed her hand. “So small that I could break you.” his deep voice vibrated from his chest, sending tingles straight to her already wet clit. Her nipple pressed against her thin shirt, whimpers escaped her lips as Darkness brushed his hand against her nipples, over and over again. “You are such needy whore White.” “ White?”

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

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.