Whisper Of Sin Novels & Stories

Sin got home very late last night. I tried waiting up on him but fell asleep; I didn't even know what time he came home yesterday. Right now, I felt his warmth as I snuggled deeper into his hold. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight shining through the window. I looked up and was met with dark orbs staring right back at me. "good morning". I whispered softly, "Good morning, princess." I could never get used to his husky voice. It always managed to bring me to my knees. "Did you sleep well?" Sin asked.

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

“You bear the mark of light, but your soul is forged in fire. You have killed gods, birthed balance. Now you stand at the threshold.” “What are you?” she demanded. “I am the First Breath. The Whisper Beneath the Roots. I am what was forgotten.” “You want my son.” “Your son is a key. But keys do not choose their locks. He will decide what rises after gods fall.” “Why now?” “Because silence has ended. And his blood sings the old song.” The Whisper lifted an arm, revealing a vision in the air: Elian standing before a split world—one half cloaked in golden forests, the other in endless storm. He stood undecided.

He whispers, changing the pattern of his fingers. “What?” I ask. Before I can get the answer I seek, I find myself convulsing uncontrollably as liquid rushes out of my body, staining his fingers. I immediately bite my lips, trying to stop the disgraceful sounds coming from my mouth. But Leonardo chooses that moment to lick my ears, making me lose it.

Amidst the radiance of the laughter ringing out from behind the shadows, the gentleness of her voice when she was not taut. The hollow in her eyes. He got a glass of water and glared at the wall between them. And didn't move. There was a noise. Whispery. Muffled. A scream. He pressed his ear against the wall. A scream—a long gasp for breath. But unmistakably Sienna's. His heart skipped a beat. Not going to be swayed, he pulled on his hoodie, hauling it down over his head, and moved stealthily out into the corridor.

But nothing about him felt broken. He was power wrapped in temptation. Chaos standing still. And when he opened his mouth, voice low and full of sin, it felt like the air itself got heavier. “You summoned me.” It was deep and smooth, dark like sin, like smoke curling through my soul. “I—I didn’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling as I clutched the blanket tighter to my chest. His smile was slow and wicked, stretching across his face like a dark promise. “Yes, you did. With every lonely night. Every soft little cry into your pillow. Every time you touched yourself and whispered into the dark... I heard you.”

Now they cut sharper—threads of sound winding directly into her thoughts, curling close to her own inner voice until she could no longer tell where she ended and they began. You swim toward nothing. Every gate draws you deeper into your chains. Even now, the one beside you does not see you for what you are. Her fingers spasmed against Riven’s hand. She bit back a gasp, fighting to steady herself, but the whispers pressed closer, more intimate, like cold lips brushing her ear. Riven’s grip tightened immediately. “Seraphine,” he said, low and unyielding, his voice cutting through the press of whispers. “Look at me.”

She is mine, body and soul, and in this moment, nothing else in the world matters but the bond we share. As we catch our breath, I press soft kisses to her neck and collarbone, savoring the taste of her skin against my lips. She looks up at me with a mix of desire, confusion, and something else I can't quite place. "Sin," she whispers again, and this time, her voice is filled with a hint of uncertainty. I can see the questions swirling in her eyes, the doubts and fears that come with giving herself so completely to another person.

Suzie responded as she gently changed into a new pair of shoes. “She could hear the voices of the damned. Maybe because she is part of the damned,” “What is she talking about?” I was curious to know. The look on the priestess face made it scarier to want to know. “Only few people are allowed to hear the other side, listen to what they say, the story they have to say. We call them Whisperers,” The priestess explained as she took a seat next to the fireplace. Her old raggy clothes couldn't hide the fear she felt.