Whisper X Silver Novels & Stories

Damian stood there, his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" he breathed. I looked at him, and I knew my eyes were blazing silver, I knew I looked like something otherworldly. Something powerful. Something dangerous. "I'm done being weak," I said, and my voice carried a double tone, mine and my wolf's combined. "I'm done being used. And I'm done running." The silver light pulsed through my veins like lightning, like moonlight made solid. "They want a war?" I smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then let's give them one.”

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.”

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

He smiled slightly again and licked his lips with his tongue as if he was looking at his food. ‘I’m sure, the customers will be so pleased again from us,’ he smiled and took his phone for a call. “Yeah, they are all in good condition, I can assure you that they will be all healthy before the dispatch,” he said while smiling like an evil. Meanwhile there’s a guy waiting inside the room while sitting on his chair. He is holding a glass with a half of Old Pulteney single malt scotch whisky which is his favourite. He slowly turned his office chair when he heard a click on his door.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

“Because if you keep talking, I might forget I’m just the cleaner and accidentally jam this dagger straight through your smug mouth.” That shut them up. The first guy blinked, startled. The second raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling—but not as confident anymore. “You’ve got bite,” he muttered. “No,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve got claws.” They moved on. Chloe whistled low. “Damn. That was hot.” I exhaled slowly, turning back to the rack, and nearly collided with someone already standing there. Xaden. Of course. He didn’t move. Just picked up a blade, fingers dragging along the edge of the steel. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—silver-flecked, glacier-gray eyes—watch

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

Even his chest which was peeking behind the half-buttoned shirt was so sensual. She swallowed, forgetting all about her unhappiness, and came to a conclusion, Zak was not in this man’s league at all when it came to figure. “Steve,” She said his name, her voice barely coming out as a whisper and the man who was leaning against the payment counter turned to her.

And why did they need a pepper spray? Wolfie took a whiff of the contents, but didn’t feel like snacking on any of it. They both settled onto the grimy floor and tuned in to their surroundings. All seemed quiet, but Leila didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She inspected the watch - an elaborate monogram GSW etched into its 18K gold casing with a warm hue and hints of red. The dial was plain white with no brand name to speak of. Leila couldn’t help but wonder if this watch was hot merchandise by any chance. Perhaps even the pepper spray belonged to some lowlife thug who couldn’t afford a proper firearm. But that was absurd - proper murderers don’t bother with trinkets like this. And besides