Whisper In The Darkness Novels & Stories

Test again. Sipho whispered into the night, his voice barely more than shadow: “This is only the beginning. One day, one of you will falter, one will rise, and one… may take what should have been mine. Be ready, for the Darkness does not forgive hesitation. And the world… will remember your choices.”

No reply. I whispered into the darkness “Who are you?”

Darkness. It was all Raven could see, all he could feel, as if the world had collapsed into a void. There was no ground beneath him, no air to breathe, yet he was suffocating. The whispers came first, though faint like it's on the edge of his consciousness and they were in languages he didn’t know, had never heard. They weren’t voices from one direction—they surrounded him, pressed against his ears, whispered right beside him, and roared from some unreachable distance all at once.

*** Pitch black. Nothingness. There are whispers on the wind that are light and making me spin as they berate me from one direction and the next. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but tiny bumps are raising all along my arm, and there’s a ripple of electricity that makes its way up, pulsing against my neck. The darkness opens up, dropping me from where I was and into more of it until something catches my ankle and that deep, raspy chuckle is back.

The sterile white room began to wobble, the flickering lights spinning into a dark, blurry drain that pulled at my consciousness. My knees buckled completely, my body going slack as I sank back against his suit jacket. I tried to fight it, tried to hold on to awareness, but the darkness was too strong, too insistent. As the absolute darkness rushed in to swallow me whole, dragging me down into unconsciousness, a faint, twisted whisper vibrated right against my ear - intimate, possessive, triumphant. "Sweet dreams, wifey." The words followed me down into the void, echoing in the last fragments of my consciousness before everything went black.

The whispers grew louder and more clearer till I could make out the words And then I heard it. “Born from darkness…” My breath hitched as the voices overlapped Echoing around the place and Layering over each other. “Born from darkness…” My heart started pounding as the dark figures circled me now. Closing me in. Their presence suffocating me in like a clothe was pressed over my mouth. “…and birthed into darkness…” I shook my head. “No…” The words repeated. Over and over. And over again. “Born from darkness…” “…birthed into darkness…”

Darkness chuckled. “You are so small my little white.” He kissed her hand. “So small that I could break you.” his deep voice vibrated from his chest, sending tingles straight to her already wet clit. Her nipple pressed against her thin shirt, whimpers escaped her lips as Darkness brushed his hand against her nipples, over and over again. “You are such needy whore White.” “ White?”

I froze. My body refused to move. My mind raced, and I was completely lost for words. I scrambled for a rational thought, but rationality had already forsaken me the instant I saw him standing there, in the dim evening light, his silhouette sharp against the shadows of the wall. No one was around. The silence pressed against me, hefty and weird, but my chest had its own tempo now, fast, uneven, and alive.

she sighs “when I was passed out, I remember being in a complete darkness feeling a complete hollowness inside me like no other, and then I heard her voice coming from many directions as creepy whispers, saying ‘My sweet little sister...always sweet, always loved...always cute’ and I could feel the way she grimaced the last word... ‘My wedding gift comes with a bonus for your future offspring...’ came a whisper from my left. ‘don’t worry, no thanks needed though! Ha ha ha ha...!’ another one from my right. ‘Your firstborns’ mate will forever be with her, but never to touch...’ is heard from my left. ‘Never to hear...’ comes from behind. ‘Never to claim... ‘dark whispers surrounding me this t

It was both unnerving and a needed boost to my confidence that I was well protected and with all these men walking beside me, nothing could happen to me. Shadows seemed to dance in the woods, silent beings watching my every move. As I looked back at the others, I don’t think they could see them. They had the general shape of a person but just out of focus and everytime I tried to focus on one specifically, it disappeared with a soft hiss before my very eyes. Each one was black but not a regular black, a deep abysmal black. A non-penetrating black emptiness that felt wrong, like all the happiness of the world had been zapped anywhere and everywhere it touched, which at the moment included my