Velvet Whispers Novels & Stories

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.

he whispers and then kisses me. . c.m. louden

Tumbling in a crashing, cascading waterfall ‘round corners, hurtling downward into sudden calm. The almost imperceptible rustle of shadows clinging to corners. And whispers on the delicate, fraying edges of dream. Voices mumbling. Low. Impossible to hear, to understand. but there, nonetheless. Syllables caught, sometimes, if she were to listen. Yet sleep called, those tattered edges skirted, exhaustion enveloping her. The whispers now words saying There is no book as Eidolon coaxed her from day into dream. ***

Sierra waited until their footsteps vanished. Then she stood. She didn’t cry. Didn’t brush the dust from her skirt. Didn’t look back. Instead, she whispered a word in a language no one taught her, one that rose from her blood like smoke. And the shadows shivered in delight. “Vel’thra nex umbraa…”

It whispered—Who will wear me next? The whisper twisted through her bones like a cold wind threading a forgotten doorway. Who will wear me next? It wasn’t a question meant only for her. It echoed through the loom itself, rebounding off every untouched thread, as if the pattern she’d just awakened demanded another hand—another heart—to step forward. Elthara staggered back, the red strand still pulsing beneath her fingertips, its knot humming in resonance with her heartbeat. Something had begun. Something irreversible. Behind her, the veil shimmered like disturbed water. The forest shifted. No longer still. No longer silent.

Then… “There is a place,” it said, its tone lowering, almost… reverent. “Hidden. Forgotten. But deeply desired by many.” A chill slid down my spine. “A place where lust rules over control… where wolves do not hide what they are.” My breath caught. “What is this place…?” I whispered. “The Veil of Veythra,” the voice answered. The name alone felt heavy… like it carried secrets older than the walls around me. “It is where desire and power intertwine,” it continued. “Where the body speaks truth… and the soul cannot lie.”

Close. From the wall beside the bed. She froze. The whisper came again. Closer to the plaster. As though someone stood on the other side, mouth pressed to the lath. She reached for Ethan. Shook him. He woke instantly. Eyes open in the dark. "Listen," she breathed. They waited. The whisper returned. This time clearer. A single word. "Veronica." Her name. Spoken in a voice she had not heard in decades. Not Daniel's.

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath before opening it again. Sa pagmulat ko ng aking mga mata ay mukha niya ang nabungaran ko. He's looking at me directly to my eyes. That I felt him searching my soul, that he seems trying to read what's inside on my head. Dinig na dinig ko ang lakas na pagtambol ng aking dibdib dahil sa intensisad na hatid ng kanyang mga titig. Na sa lakas no'n ay pakiramdam ko ay anumang segundo ay kakapusin ako ng aking hininga dahil doon. "Baby." His deep and baritone voice engulfed my ear.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Venom The compound slept like a wounded beast—quiet, but never still. Somewhere in the dark, the air hummed with too many heartbeats. Machines. Fear. The residue of blood. I’d grown used to silence between the storms, but tonight it was wrong. Too heavy. Too still. Velia stood by the window, barefoot, the pale wash of the security lights painting her skin silver. Her lab coat hung loose around her shoulders. I could smell the faint ozone of disinfectant and something sharper—adrenaline.