Whisper In The Darkness Novels & Stories

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

I roar as my beast thrashes at my insides and then I stop dead in my tracks as I hear a voice screaming at me, “NO it’s not Whisper.” I look at Martin who is wearing an ear to ear smile as he strokes the face of a girl with blonde hair and a pain hits my heart as I feel the darkness once again but this time it’s different, it’s stronger, more powerful and consumes me wholly as my body shakes and my beast thrashes more inside me and a howl of anguish leaves my lips.

*"Can't choose. Can't lead. Can't hold them together. You'll lose them both. Watch them tear each other apart. Watch your family crumble because you're not wise enough. Strong enough. Good enough." Elara cried out. Fell to her knees. The whispers attacked all of us. Finding our weaknesses. Our insecurities. Our secret fears. The corruption fed on it. Grew stronger. Darker. Reaching toward us with shadow tendrils. "Stop!" I shouted. "We won't listen to you!" But the whispers continued. Relentless. Consuming. *"She'll become darkness. Your daughter. Your precious light. She'll fall. Become what you fear most. And it's your fault. It's all your fault."*

It was for me alone. > “We are coming for you… child of the divided dawn.” A shiver wracked my entire body. > “We will not allow the bringer of light to survive.” My heart slammed hard enough to hurt. > “One light cannot hold all darkness.” And then the whisper turned cold. Hungry. > “We will claim what is ours.” The last trace of darkness retreated into the earth, disappearing like ink sinking into water. Silence fell again. Except this time, it was the wrong kind of silence.

"I pissed it off? No, fuck no. It pissed me off. It killed my friend and took her. Where'd it take her? What is it? Who the hell are you?" The corner of his mouth quirked up as he made a small approving hmph. "You're just like her," he whispered. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shook his head and remained silent. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" I asked. He shrugged. "Depends what they are." "What's the darkness?" He shook his head. "Why is it pissed?" He shook his head. I balled up my fists. "What the hell is that?" I pointed at the glowing firefly-like thing.

] She quickly left the theater and headed to the restroom at the end of the hallway. From the first stall in the women's restroom, she could hear muffled groans and faint pleas—no doubt Jennifer's voice. And the man's voice... Isabella knew it all too well. She stood frozen, rooted to the spot, unable to move. The noise from the stall grew louder, and the woman let out a sharp cry. Then, Samuel's mocking voice came, "Is that all you can handle? You chased after me to the theater, and this is how you perform?"

I whispered to the dark. “And I’m the one who’s going to strike the match.”

The spell he whispered drew thick dark drops of liquid leaking from his body, rolling down his arm, and out. "Risthor tiem uhlanor yreit." These miniscule droplets, converged into a long arm-length spiral lake, twisting and circling the white floating rocks, slowly seeping into them, soaking the crystals in deep blackness. These were what Ekron called: The Shards Of Darkness. His darkness. Another snap from his fingers, forced each shard to appear in front of a lord, a supposed demigod he had summon, and so did a key: brilliantly shimmering, fighting off the dark progeny from the shards beside it.

I called out to the darkness. My voice echoed through the abyss. “Xander? Can you hear me?” I shouted with all my might. I needed him to hear me, to know I was there. He had called for me before. If he did it again, I might follow the sound of his voice. I heard a small whisper coming from all around me. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it was coming from, but the whisper grew louder until I finally realized what it was saying. “You need to let yourself out.” The whisper said.

I leaned forward and whispered softly into her ear. "Does she actually want me to fuck you?" Her hand reached behind her, finding my throbbing shaft in the darkness. She rubbed the head of my cock between the drenched folds of her pussy. "I think so," she whispered back. "She probably doesn't think it will actually happen, but it's going to." We both suppressed a groan as my cock slipped inside her. There was an extra element of naughtiness to this illicit coupling, since we both knew my girlfriend was listening in. I kissed her neck loudly to cover the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out.