Whisper A'daire Novels & Stories

It was a small whistle, intricately designed with a wolf's head on top. "Tiffany, look," Hailey whispered, pointing at the whistle. "Maybe that's what's causing the noise." Curiosity outweighing their fear, Tiffany carefully picked up the whistle. It felt cold and strangely powerful in her hands. She examined it closely, noticing an inscription on the side that read, "The Lycanthrope's Whistle." "What should we do with it?" Hailey asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. Tiffany hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of their actions. However, a sense of adventure and the desire to uncover the mystery compelled her to make a decision.

Nathan kissed my forehead gently, brushing my damp hair from my face. “You okay, Lydia?” he whispered. “More than okay,” I breathed. “I want more. I’m not done yet.” Ahmad chuckled softly behind me, his hand stroking my hip. “Greedy girl, we’re just getting started.” We rested for a short while, drinking water and touching each other lazily. My fingers traced their chests, their still-half-hard cocks. The soreness between my legs felt delicious, a reminder of how stretched I had been.

But not afraid. And just as she began to speak— The wind stirred. The river whispered louder. And somewhere in the distance, a sound broke the stillness. Alex’s gaze flickered briefly. Then returned to her. Still waiting. Still hopeful. Still there. And her answer… Remained just beyond reach.

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

Daemonikai waved a dismissive hand resuming his pace, hands clasped behind his back. “He whistles too,” Vladya noted, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. Daemonikai stopped, the faint melody in the air ceasing as well. He blinked, surprised. Was that me? He hadn’t even realized he’d been whistling. “You know, you’re fortunate Aekeira doesn’t have our hearing,” Vladya said, moving beside him. “She would have come storming in last night, hearing her sister scream like that all through the night.”

I squint my eyes at her, “and doesn’t need to.” She sighs heavily, “I would have done the same,” she shakes her head, “I don’t understand why he didn’t try,” she looks at me, “the ruins are strong and hold on to him, maybe if she had more time there, she could have…” The door swings open and Whisper walks inside, she dressed in an all-white flowing gown, with a golden rope tied around her waist, she smiles at both of us, “hi,” she states flatly. I jump up as does Marie and we both hug her, Marie looks into her eyes, “tell me you are happy, and all is going well with Alpha Michael.”

I whispered. "Josh," Deirdre said, looking at me with outright worship in her eyes, "thank you." I nodded, and leaned in to kiss her on her hungry mouth. I turned my head and kissed Trina. "I love you," I whispered to her, and then I headed out the door before she could talk me out of it.

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.

Banayad kong tinahak ang daan patungo roon. Tunog ng mga nalagas na dahon mula sa naglalakihang mga puno at ingay ng mga nagliliparang ibon sa himpapawid ang aking naririnig. Matalahib na daan at kulay luntian ang aking nasisilayan. The tender rays of the sun kissed my skin. The summer air blows my black and wavy hair seems so alluring.

I cover my ears not wanting to hear her voice and close my eyes making her go away. Opening my eyes after a few second I don't see Sasha anymore but do see movement to my left, turning my now sore haed to the side I see Veronica taking slow light steps toward the front door. I drop my hands from my ears sure that Sasha is gone I lunge at V taking her down to the carpeted floor with so much force I hear the airleave her lungs from the impact, sitting arcoss her ribs I wrap my hands around her neck again pressing all my weight into her throat feeling it pop under my palm I don’t let go I Know she’s dead I broke her neck but I still don’t let go.