Whisper In The Darkness Novels & Stories

He crouched in front of me, almost tenderly, like this was some mercy. “Don’t take it personally,” he said softly. “You were never part of the future.” The world tilted. I heard footsteps, or maybe they were just in my head. His face faded in and out like a bad dream. Somewhere far away, someone was calling my name. Lena. She must have followed. But her voice grew faint. Everything did. The ceiling spun, and then… silence. Right before the darkness swallowed me, I heard a whisper. It wasn’t Lena. It wasn’t Evan. It was something else. Soft. Cold. Close to my ear.

She nodded and put the cigarette back. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I'm just lucky I guess?" "Yeah, lucky you are not crazy, yet. Anyway, the club is Dawson, turn on Whispering Pines, you can’t miss it. You know the big dumpy place down from the church? It kind of looks like a gothic hangover if a goth and a heavy metal nut case had a baby. " "I know the place, well I have seen it before and I am not sure that I am not crazy, Oshey."

I saw no one. Maybe it was because he was not chasing after me, or maybe it was because it was too damn dark even for my wolf eyes. I stopped, my lungs burned, my heart thundering in my chest. For a second, the whispers stopped, and I was foolish enough to think that I was in the clear. But just as they stopped, the whispers started again, this time much louder than the last, penetrating my eardrums in the most painful way possible. I slapped my hands over my hears to muffle the voices out, but it barely worked.

Feathers smashed, bones shrunk, thunder flaked. Seraphina's energy gushed out, creating a swirling glow that resembled erupting flames. Nevertheless, every second moved her towards becoming even more insane. Her vision blurred. She could hear a whisper inside her, "Come with me.". Embrace the darkness.”. Her hands trembled as the temptation tugged at her. The voice of Fabian pierces the darkness. "Fight it!" -- Fight for us!”. Their eyes met—raw, desperate. With a loud scream, she drove back into the darkness.

1391° W Pass through the arch of liquid moonlight, and find the man who carries the stars on his flesh. Tell him you have heard the whispers. Tell him the Darkness is here, with the moon and stars it’s guide. Do not look over your shoulder as you follow him into the night, only ahead. Do not eat or drink anything, and when you meet the Whisperer, no matter how tempting it may be, do not look into his eyes.

"The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness." The second image was somehow worse in its simplicity. Just darkness. Absolute darkness that seemed to move, to breathe

A whisper says close to my ear. You were always meant to be mine. Then, darkness fell.

I whispered. And then…. Darkness.

“I can’t—I won’t—” I grab his wrist, stopping him. His skin is hot beneath my fingers, his whole body tense like he’s barely holding himself together. I squeeze gently. “I’m still here,” I whisper. “I’m still me.” For now. The words remain unspoken, but I can see in his eyes that he hears them anyway. The Whispering Darkness That night, I don’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear it. “Daniel…” The voice slithers through my mind like oil, thick and suffocating. It doesn’t scream. It doesn’t demand.