Under The Whispering Door Characters Novels & Stories

The incredibly loud whispers are confusing Roy’s every decision. The door opened by itself. The door creaked open with a sound that didn’t belong to wood or metal; it was like the groan of something ancient exhaling for the first time in centuries. The whispers stopped. Silence. Roy stood frozen, staring into the darkness beyond the door. It wasn’t pitch black; it was textured and layered, like a curtain of smoke and static. Shapes moved within it but never fully formed. He took a step forward. The air changed.

Magic older than nations thrummed beneath his fingertips—bitter, rotting, and afraid. “This is her deepest secret,” Silas whispered in his mind. Even I wasn’t allowed down here. The door creaked open, releasing a stale rush of air thick with decay and faint traces of old blood. A single torch flickered within, its light catching on chains that spanned the far wall. And there she was. A woman.

“Second floor.” “Is the door locked?” “No. At least I didn’t lock it.” I inch closer to the door, pressing my ear, listening. “Where are you?” “I’m hiding inside the bathroom.” “Why are you whispering?” “He might still be here.” “I’m at your front door.” There was a pause and a loud gasp. “Mother fucker.” “What? What is it?”

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

Wren whispered, standing up to get the door. Immediately he opened the door, Dora, who was leaning on the door, lost her balance and fell into the room.

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

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.

With a deep breath, he knocked on the door, waiting eagerly for his friend to answer. The door swung open, and there stood Jake, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Matthias standing before him. "Matthias? What a pleasant surprise!" Jake exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. "Come in, come in!" Matthias stepped into Jake's home, the familiar surroundings evoking a sense of comfort and nostalgia. They settled in the living room, catching up on the years that had passed since they last saw each other. As they shared stories, Matthias couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He leaned forward, a smile playing on his lips.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

I stood still for a while, I pressed my ear against the door when I heard something like a soft whimper, and that's it. I pushed the door hard open with force, walking into the room, I saw the silhouette of the people inside on the wall, and a body which they were all trying to grope on. The whimper...., it had to be Athina, it was hard to figure out her voice since I also had to tackle the beast in me, I was slipping, slipping dangerously out of control.