Whisper A'daire Novels & Stories

Sophia whispered, her voice shaky but determined. Ethan pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. He motioned for them to retreat farther into the forest. With slow, calculated steps, they began to edge backward, away from the clearing where they had foolishly let their guard down. The forest was thick, offering cover in the form of towering trees and dense foliage, but it also concealed whoever—or whatever—was lurking out there. Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest, the rhythmic thumping deafening in her ears. She gripped her gun tighter, the metal cool against her clammy skin. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her jump, her senses heightened to a razor's edge.

Amelia's breath caught as Nelson's fingers traced her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You're breathtaking," Nelson whispered. With tender care, Nelson removed Amelia's lingerie, revealing her radiant beauty. His eyes feasted on her curves. Amelia's cheeks flushed as Nelson's lips grazed her neck, sending waves of pleasure. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting the night. Nelson's hands explored Amelia's silhouette, worshipping every inch. As they kissed, Nelson's fingers danced across Amelia's skin, leaving trails of fire. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

The train picked up speed, and Pierton became nothing but a smear of gray. Sleep claimed me when I didn't realize it. I had a long, long dream. I was in my early 20s in that dream, about the age when I first met William. He was saying something, but his voice couldn't carry across the distance between us. I couldn't see the look on his face either. The train conductor woke me up. I'd arrived at my stop. I grabbed my luggage and stepped off the cabin, my steps lighter than ever. I had no lingering feelings for the past that I'd left behind. As I returned to my hometown, gentle winds brushed my hair, the scent of grass and soil tickling my nose.

Samira whispered, her voice breaking as she clung to him, desperate for the release he dangled just out of reach. Ray chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Please, what? Tell me, Samira. Tell me what you need." Samira bit her lip, her pride warring with her desire. She didn’t want to beg, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she needed him in that moment. But Ray was relentless, his fingers moving faster, his touch sending her spiraling closer to the edge.

It looked like he was under a spell. He stopped on his side. “Has she woken up?” “No.” “Not at all?” “Not even for one second.” Aidan placed his other hand over hers. “But sometimes she whispers.” Maddox leaned forward and sniffed the air. That earthy scent rose to his nostrils—the lovely perfume of blossoming flowers so unlike the other witches’ decaying odors. “What does she whisper?” she asked. “Songs.” Aidan turned to him. He froze.

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…”

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I step closer, my fingers sliding beneath her chin and tilting her face up. “Say it,” I tell her. Her brows furrow. “Say what?” “That you believe me.” There’s silence. A heartbeat of nothing but air thick with grief and relief and everything in between. Then, finally, she whispers, “I believe you.” The weight of it hits harder than the bullet ever did.

The second his footsteps faded, Davies whispered against my ear, voice rough with lust: “Good Sophyyyyy, now we’re just getting popped up.”

She whispered in a frightened manner as she ran, gliding down the street, her energy boundless as she didn't even stop to catch her breath. Somewhere in another town, Adrian looked up from where he was kissing a random blonde. Her face didn't matter to him, only her life force. He looked around as he could swear her heard Aithusa's voice. "Soon, my love." He whispered back. "Soon." But suddenly the vision faded and she was standing in front of the sea and she had a lot of nettles and weeds in her hand. She knew that her sisters were also collecting them and she was waiting for someone as she walked behind the rocks.