Whisper Readers Novels & Stories

Then he began searching relentlessly for Silhouette in each one. The account hadn't been active in ages. The comments below the last post were filled with messages from strangers. [Does anyone have contact with Silhouette? I'm an artist and wanted to reference her photography, but I can't find her anywhere.] [Why has Silhouette's account been deactivated?] [Please come back, Silhouette! Your Four Seasons photo series was so beautiful. Winter's almost here. Why are you gone?] Samuel's frustration boiled over as he quickly exited the app.

A figure who appeared in their dreams, who spoke to them in the shadows, who promised them power and purpose. "The Whisper," my mother says. "I have heard that name before." "Where?" "In the ancient texts. The Whisper was a servant of the Dark Wolf. A wolf who could enter the minds of others, plant thoughts, twist desires." "So the disciples were not acting on their own. They were controlled." "Yes. And if the Whisper is still alive, they are still controlling." We need to find the Whisper. But they are invisible, untouchable, a ghost in the shadows. We do not know who they are, what they look like, where they hide.

he whispered. THE END

His eyes were wide, darting with a frantic, rhythmic movement that was entirely mechanical, searching for connections in the empty air. ​"It’s not just data, Clara," he whispered, his voice trembling. "It’s memories. Vivid, sensory experiences. I remember the smell of ozone in the laboratory where the first integration tests took place—a place that doesn't exist on any map I know. I remember the sound of the founder’s voice, a man who died cycles before I was born. I’m seeing the world through their eyes, overlaid on top of my own vision. Every tree, every rock, every shadow has a file path attached to it."

I whispered. c.m. louden

“You have inherited a whisperer wolf, but still, you can’t break the blood vow. Only a female whisperer wolf can do this. And she must be trained well to perform these legendary spells, Liam. The powers of your wolf are very complicated, there is a reason why you are the last whisperer wolf alive in this world.” Me, whose stomach was flipping while concealing my secret, blurted out. “A normal wolf can connect to his human after sixteen or eighteenth birthday, but a whisperer wolf can speak to his human side after 20th birthday. Isn’t it strange?” Liam’s eyes widened as he gaped and turned to see me. “How do you know that I started hearing whispers after my 20th birthday, sister?” Shoot! My t

Idris recited providing a background of what should I know about a werewolf whisperer. “B-but how?” “Essentially speaking, it’s a dog whistle. Dog whistles don’t create sound when you blow them, only dogs could hear the sound.” I shifted my focus on Ysabella and Benjie who were both still under whatever spell Yannick’s beta has put them under. It’s totally peculiar how they’re the only ones who’s affected by this when we should all be hearing whatever sound Lanna was producing. Isn’t that how whistles work? “But why are we not affected by it?” I inquired purely wondering why. Idris and I are both werewolves too and the fact that we couldn’t hear what Ysabella and Benjie are hearing right now

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

He whispered. He really could read me like an open book. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t answer as my mind swam with possibilities. He pressed against me, and I felt his erection between my legs. I couldn’t help but whimper for him. This cannot be happening, I must be dreaming. He cannot want me the way I want him. My breathing became heavier as my heart pounded. The sensation of his breath on my neck stirred me. The bubble popped and the world came crashing around me.

The whisper again. Faint. Soft. Smiling. “We remember.”