Under The Whispering Door Characters Novels & Stories

Like quicksand, she would only sink faster the more she struggled. With minimal effort, Anabella drifted closer to the door. She tapped down her excitement at the minor victory. She was far from being finished. What lived on the other side of the door would be far worse. Closer still, she drifted to her goal. Within reach, she stretched her hand out towards the knob. Whispers started, imploring her to turn away. Whispering words that had fear crawling under her skin like tiny hairy insects. Anabella fought to ignore it. The whispers got louder, more incessant as her hand wrapped around the handle of the door. Anabella kept her movements slow. The door flew open, the force on the other side s

The door slammed shut behind them as they returned inside to report back. The sudden rush of cold air outside jolted Jennifer to her senses, and she realized just how inappropriate her state of dress was for being outside. Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself, her voice breaking as she rang the doorbell again. "Samuel, I know I was wrong... Please, for the baby I'm carrying, you can't do this to me..." Her words were full of bitterness and desperation, but the security guards acted as though they couldn't hear her, quickening their pace as they headed back inside. The lead guard approached Samuel, who was still focused on Isabella's phone.

Sherryl whispered, her voice barely audible over the echo of their footsteps. Dallion didn’t respond, his crimson eyes focused ahead, his jaw set in an iron line. They stopped at a door she had never noticed before. The dark oak frame was etched with intricate carvings of roses and vines, their beauty both delicate and foreboding. With a sharp twist of the handle, Dallion pushed the door open, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles.

I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. The morning sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. I stood up, my legs feeling shaky, and started towards the bathroom. As I reached the door, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. My heart pounded in my chest, a sense of foreboding washing over me. "Tyra!" Tyler's voice echoed from outside my door, followed by the insistent clicking of the doorknob. Panic surged through me. I scrambled to push Laxus off the bed, his startled curse a muffled whisper as he landed on the floor.

Moonlight poured through the tall windows. Everything looked perfectly normal. Yet the whisper continued. "...this way..." Without realizing it, I found myself following the sound. Past the nursery….Past the library. Down the long stone hallway leading toward the oldest wing of the pack house. A place almost no one used anymore. The whisper stopped. I looked around. Nothing. "Who's there?" Silence. Then...A door slowly creaked open by itself. My heart pounded against my ribs. I should have turned back. I should have gone to find Kael.

The floating candles drifted overhead and the enchanted ceiling showed a sky that was gray and heavy with clouds. I stood in the doorway and took a breath and then I walked in. The whispers started immediately. Not loud. Just soft and sharp and cutting. The kind of whispers that were meant to be overheard. There she is. The Alpha's pet. I heard she bewitched him. She's not even that pretty. I kept my eyes forward and my shoulders straight and my hand on Ember's back. The kitten meowed and I shushed her and the whispers continued. She almost died.

Harper mused, making Innessa blush as they both stepped out of the room leaving her alone. Barely a couple of minutes passed before the door opened again. She expected it to be her mom but to her surprise, her eyes met with the dark cognac eyes which were stunned at the sight of her and as his gaze lingered down her body, his gaze softened causing her heart to beat wildly. Issac closed the door behind him and locked it with ease as his eyes met hers.

He asked, "Remember this? At Harrowell Library, you were reading by the window. The sun was shining on you, and I thought there wouldn't be anyone in the world as beautiful as you." I snapped the box shut. "The past is the past." "I can't let it go. I just can't," he said, all serious. Rain poured down in Hudson City that night. I figured he would leave, but then security called me way past midnight. "Ms. Douglas, Mr. Carter's still downstairs." I peeked out the window, and there he was—standing in the rain, stubborn as ever. "Let him in." I sighed. He was soaked through when he stood at my door, looking like a total mess.