Whisper Eyes Novels & Stories

Her pale, chapped lips moved and he came beside her, leaning close to hear her whisper. "O-cean eyes." That was the only thing that left her mouth and she went lifeless again; her eyes rolling into her skull. ***

Goosebumps exploded all over her body, her throat became so dry, she could hardly swallow…. He bent his head lower till his mouth was directly at her ear and whispered “You’ve change your lens to blue, I prefer your eyes green instead, baby”

I asked in a low voice that was almost a whisper. The eyes that shot to me were dark with burning rings of gold. Wait, what? Holy shit!

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.

I swear I hear her whisper, “Oh.” I follow her eyes as they read down the mirror, then start over at the top. This time she speaks the words, barely a whisper. When she’s done, she looks to me, and I find tears in her eyes. She’s trying hard to keep them from falling. My chest swells and warmth fills my body that my words move her so.

"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

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.

shut up(rolling eyes emoji) I grabbed my towel from where it hung and easily got out of the baggy clothes I had been wearing, I wrap the towel around my body and enter into my bathroom, a warm bath later, I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair when my phone rings I grab it and it's an unknown number. As expected. I didn't usually get calls; I just had four phone numbers on my phone; Mom, TB, Beck, and the front desk at the Public library in Hamilton. Nonetheless, I pick up the phone and the caller didn't speak for about ten minutes then the call ended. I looked out of all my windows to make sure I wasn't being watched when the same number started calling again. this time

Each vision was accompanied by a wave of emotional intensity as if the memories were trying to communicate something important. In one particularly haunting vision, Lyra saw a young woman standing on the edge of a cliff, her silhouette framed against the twilight sky. The woman looked exactly like Lyra, with the same features and expression. The wind whipped around her, and she was whispering Elias’s name, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing.