Whisper In The Darkness Novels & Stories

“Mate?” I groaned as I heard the familiar voice whispering in my ear. “Mate!” I tried to move my eyelids to see, tried to move myself to the owner of the voice. it was like my hands were tied to something. Despite how much I tried to unbind myself I can’t move. “You have to open your eyes or you’ll fell to this darkness.” I heard another voice. this time it was of a woman. Again, the familiar one. It was not soothing and calming like the one before but stern and cold.

Yet even in the aftermath — in the silence left by destruction — whispers persisted. Whispers that the fire had been no accident. Whispers that someone had wanted something silenced. Whispers that one day, long after the ashes cooled and Ashford Hollow resumed its careful routine, the truth would rise like smoke against a clear sky. The rain fell hardest on the night everything changed, washing the town in sorrow. But beneath its cold weight, unseen and patient, a seed of resilience took root in the heart of a frightened girl. And that seed would wait — quietly, stubbornly — for the day it could finally grow.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

a voice in her head tried to assert her consciousness. Rina knows who it is, Lydia is trying to kick in her consciousness and take the lead. The woman refuses to let her being controlled by an unknown woman who only causes her misery. Her consciousness faded as soon as the voice in the darkness of her heart suffocated her. Scaring her from doing anything, her toxic suggestion drowned her. * * *

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

In the dark and quiet room, there was a man lying on the ground. Both of his hands are cuffed and even his body is pure of scars and stained with blood. He slowly moved his body towards the light. He can’t see the things around him and the only thing he wants to go to is towards that light where he thinks he can escape. ‘He-help me,’ the guy said to himself while looking at the door. But suddenly, something blocks the light. No, it's someone!

And whispered to the dark: “I’ll be there.”

Lyra was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void. Soft at first. Then another. And another. The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

The dark felt alive, liquid, pressing against him . swallowing him And in the distance, whispers uttered secret, unknowable things. He turned but saw nothing, only more darkness. His throat constricted, panic swelling, and his teeth grinding as the whispers came and went, came and went . . . mene, mene tekel upharsin There. A light. Flaring in the distance, piercing the darkness around him. He glimpsed only lurching shadows in the flares but as each grew brighter, fragile hope blossomed in his heart.