Whisper In The Darkness Novels & Stories

But his voice,when it came was a whisper laced with something darker. “Octavia”

Ryner whispered, still uncertain if his eyes were seeing correctly. “Ryner, please help me.” She whimpered before falling into darkness. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Gloss POV Darkness. The kind that swallows every thought, every whisper of memory, every heartbeat. It pressed against me like an ocean of silence, weightless yet crushing, infinite yet suffocating. My limbs felt like lead, my mind like fog. And then, somewhere in the void, a faint pulse, a hum that wasn’t mine, rhythmic, insistent, teasing me toward awareness. A whisper, soft, metallic, comforting. “Gloss… rebooting…”

My lips parted slightly, but no sound came out this time, only a weak breath. “Ash…” I whispered faintly. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe it was just in my head. The darkness pulled stronger now. Heavier. Wrapping around me. My body went still. My eyes struggled to stay open, but they couldn’t anymore. And slowly, very slowly, the darkness welcomed me. And I let go.

"Where are you going? I thought you'll sleep with me?" "Yes but ..." I sighed. "We're different, you can't sleep with light, you like darkness and me, I can't sleep without the light. I loathe darkness, Phoenix." He slowly tilted my chin and searched for my eyes. He remained staring at me and when I was about to get drown by his stares, he gently stroked my chin and sighed. "Be the light of my darkness, then." He said softly, his eyes dropped on my lips. He looks tempted, I saw him gulping and my heart raced when I remembered Lacy panty saying that when her boyfriend is like this.

Sophia’s heart raced, her senses on high alert as they ventured further into the warehouse. A faint light appeared in the distance, drawing them toward it. As they approached, they could make out the outline of a figure standing by a table, the glow from a small lamp casting eerie shadows on the walls. “Welcome,” the figure said, their voice distorted by a voice changer. Sophia couldn’t make out any distinguishing features, the person’s face hidden in the shadows. “I see you’ve come alone. Smart, but not smart enough.” Ethan tensed beside her, his hand subtly brushing against the small firearm hidden beneath his jacket. “We’re here. Now show us what you’ve got.”

A force stronger than gravity dragged her inside, pulling her into a space where there was no ground beneath her feet, no sky above. Only a hollow, endless abyss. She stumbled forward, weightless, lost in a world that was neither past nor present. Her own breath echoed around her, swallowed by the darkness. And then the whispers came. Not one. Many. Disjointed voices swirled like shadows, half-formed memories circling her like specters. They called her name, whispered secrets, taunted her with her own choices, her own mistakes. "Liar." "You loved him. You betrayed him." "You always do this."

“You should’ve just taken me when my parents died! Why are you doing this to me?! WHY?!” I screamed until my voice gave out. Until my sobs were nothing but broken gasps in the dark. “Why, Cherry?” I whispered. “Why does it hurt so much?” My voice trembled. “I want it to end. I’m tired. I’m really... tired.” And then, I let the darkness wrap around me. I curled into myself on the floor, arms wrapped around my knees, like that would hold me together. But nothing could. Not when it felt like I’d been handed hope... only to choke on it.

In one swift motion, I pulled out the dagger I had hidden on my body and drove it into his groin. A bloodcurdling scream erupted from his throat. Taking advantage of the chaos, I shoved him aside and bolted from the alley, shouting for help and attracting the attention of the people nearby. Then, using the commotion as cover, I rushed straight into the military compound where the wedding was being held! Inside, Ben was raising a toast, and when I saw the face of the woman clinging to his arm, everything finally clicked. I finally understood the truth behind the voice I heard, and why, no matter how desperately I struggled, I could never escape the fate of being abandoned and ruined!

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.