Whisper Stories Novels & Stories

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

He felt a sense of anticipation as he prepared to share their winter legend. “Thank you all for joining us today,” he began, his voice carrying across the crowd. “We’re excited to share the story of the winter spirit and the hidden pond. This legend was inspired by our love for the Whispering Woods and the importance of kindness.” As he read, the audience listened intently, captivated by the tale of the winter spirit who granted wishes to those with pure hearts. Jace felt the magic of the story enveloping them, and he could see the wonder in the eyes of the children.

I broke our kiss and pulled her head to the side of mine so I could whisper softly into her ear, "I want you to cum for me, baby." She moaned deeply and I felt her pussy spasm around my cock again. Realizing that she enjoyed hearing me speak softly to her, I continued to whisper gentle instructions. Speaking quietly into her ear, "Your wet pussy feels so great, wrapped around my hard cock. I want you to keep going until you cum hard. Cum for me, baby. Cum on my hard cock."

The stories began as whispers—rumors drifting between packs like secrets on the wind. At first, they were easy to dismiss, just tales meant to stir fear or wonder. But over the past two weeks, the whispers grew into something darker. Entire packs had vanished without a trace, leaving empty dens and lands that felt hollow and abandoned. There were no signs of struggle, no scents to follow—just silence, heavy and unnatural.

"Aiden, is there something about the cove you haven't shared with me?" I took a deep breath, my mind wandering back to a story my grandmother once told me. "Legend speaks of a merman who ventured into the cove, seeking answers. He confronted his deepest fears, desires, and regrets. Though he emerged with the wisdom he sought, he was never the same. He had gained profound insight but at the cost of his carefree spirit." Seraphina's gaze was unwavering. "We won't know the truths of these tales unless we experience them ourselves. Whatever we face in the Whispering Cove, we'll confront it together. Our bond is our strength."

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sophia and Alex exchanged wary glances, their eyes darting around the dimly lit forest. "I heard it too," Sophia replied, her voice tinged with unease. "But I can't tell where it's coming from." Before we could react, the whisper grew louder, morphing into an eerie, disembodied voice that seemed to echo from all directions at once. "Welcome, travelers," it murmured, sending a chill down my spine. "You have entered the realm of the Forest of Whispers, where the trees speak and the shadows dance."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

" I don't know. I just feel bad for her. She seemed like she was five or six years old." " Hmmm," Elora said. " I have someone to tell you as well. I have a shocking revelation as well" she eventually said. " Really?" " Yeah. When I went to the woods, I went with this book" she said showing him a very old book and watching as he flipped through its first pages. " What does it contain?" " The names of all the wolf-whisperers, I know what family I originated from. I know why I speak the whisperer's tongue and most importantly there is a poem about one without an identity" she said and her mind recalled the other poem or song Victoria talked about.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

Whispering. “Run.”