Whisper Yokai Novels & Stories

The villagers, their eyes vacant and their spirits broken, seemed lost in the clutches of the whispers. Kairos, channeling his years of experience, ventured deeper into the village, the whispers slithering all around him. He could feel them, this new strain, latching onto his fears and anxieties, weaving them into a tapestry of despair. But Kairos was prepared. He used the whispers as a bridge, allowing them to flow through him, understanding their construction and their intent. Days turned into weeks as Kairos navigated the treacherous landscape of the whispers, learning their secrets. He discovered a chilling truth – this new strain wasn't just manipulative, it was parasitic. It fed off ne

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."

They are often found hunting during night, their prey including anything with a pulse, but Northern Whispers seem to prefer the strong meat of Lycan hearts thus pushing them into unfamiliar and newfound regions where one might not expect them. Northern Whispers are known as one of the strongest creatures ever to step foot on the planet Earth, well… If they had feet. Northern Whispers are practically invisible, only a slight bluish white tint to their icy skin which allows them to be seen; their bodies mimic that of a frilled shark, long in size and they swim through air. It is rumoured that the colder the air is, the easier they can fly, but that has yet to be discovered… Their teeth are dea

he said. ​The world seemed to hold its breath with him. The Shadows surged forward, their fingers tightening on their triggers, but before they could fire, Julian triggered the device. The blue flash that followed wasn't just light—it was a shockwave that silenced the world. ​But as the electronics died, I heard a sound that chilled me to the core: a voice, distorted and metallic, emanating from the server rack itself. ​"I see you, Julian. I see you finally returning home."

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

Except, I never knew someone named Lord Heartfrost. “Do you keep arguing over anything? What are you even? Some evil spirits?” I tapped my forehead, annoyed. “Oh! In the name of the High Priestess Victoria! You can see us,” the white orb said excitedly. “Momo, he can see us. It must have been my power that made you see us.”

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

she said by the door before leaving completely. Chance finally stood straight and held his chest, breathing hard. "Is she really human? I swear i got the chills, her eyes were staring directly at my soul, and my soul was begging me to stop" he said funnily. "You're madder than I thought, seriously" Delilah said. "He's actually senseless, not mad" Jezebel replied beside her, and she turned to her. "Heard you're a b**ch too, how about we get along?"

Werewolves, Werefoxes, and now Moon Whisperers—it was a world of mythical creatures and ancient traditions that I had never fully grasped. "I know this sounds absurd and impossible, maybe, and it's a lot to take in," my mother said, her voice temperate and pacifying. "A Moon Whisperer is someone with a special connection to the moon and its power. These people possess the ability to communicate with and harness the power of the moon. The power harnessed can guide and protect the pack." My ears absorbed her words as I listened intently, but still struggled to process the absurd idea of a moon whisperer.