Whisper A'daire Novels & Stories

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

"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

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

"You're a coward! A piece of complete garbage! "Also, Andrew, we're not the same. The person I like isn't Ms. Johnson or whatever surname she may have. The person I like is Kaylee. Just Kaylee. If her name is Kaylee Johnson, then I like Kaylee Johnson. If her name is Kaylee Summerville, then I like Kaylee Summerville. It's that simple." "But Kaylee is not a virgi—" Spencer did not let him finish his sentence. Instead, he threw another hard punch right into his face.

But what came out wasn’t words but rather whispers in dozens of voices speaking at once in languages I couldn't identify. The sounds scraped against my ears, making my teeth ache and my wolf snarl inside my chest. "What is it saying?" Liam demanded. The whispers continued, increasing in a volume that sounded like chalk scraping against an old board. “I can’t hear a word,” Cade groaned, and I noticed some of the soldiers slapping their hands over their ears and my patience snapped. I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine.

he urged. Daeira tried not to wince in embarrassment since she was about to cast a spell before the presence of the most powerful conjurer ever. "It's okay," he whispered while he nudged his nose to hers. "Don't laugh," she warned. "I wont," he promised. Daeira then opened her palm, "ukim jira amito we hisowe," she said in concentration and almost immediately, she closed her eyes and let him hold her when she felt a sweeping of molecules around her.

Zayne whispered, his voice thick with a profound, quiet victory. He pressed his cheek against my hair, holding me with an intensity that spoke louder than any words. "The network is dead, Clara. Cassandra is gone, and Ares-9 has lost our trail for good." ​I buried my face in his shoulder, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. For so long, survival had felt like an endless, exhausting sprint through a dark maze with no exit.

“Liora… baby girl… it’s me. Daddy’s here. Come back to me. Please. Please.” The void was silent. For a heartbeat, nothing stirred. Adrien’s hope cracked, his chest hollowing. His tears hit the ground and turned to silver sparks. And then, A whisper. So soft, he thought he imagined it. “Daddy…?” Adrien’s eyes flew open. The Queen froze, her smile faltering. The sound hadn’t come from her. It had come from within. Adrien staggered upright, silver flames exploding anew. “Liora! Fight her! Don’t let her win!”

I whispered over my shoulder to the guys as I slipped from my saddle. Draken went completely still. Auren even folded his wings in tighter. I approached slowly, my hands raised and my voice soft. “Hi, sweetheart… My name is Daeira. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” She blinked, clutching her flowers until petals crumbled under her fingers. Something flickered around her feet, wild magic, raw and scared. If she panicked, she could combust half this field. “It’s alright,” I told her, inching forward. “I’m here to help. What’s your name, baby?”