Whisper Yokai Novels & Stories

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.

Chad was not present, so only Fifi, Suri, and Fifi's manager remained on Temple Road. Kaisei smiled in disdain. "This is not just any poison fog; it's divine fog from Yama. It will create illusions, and those trapped in the fog will not be able to keep their innermost secrets hidden!" As he spoke, a white mist drifted into Treasure Trove. In the fog, a white wolf was visible. In Saffronesian legends, the evil god Yama was said to breathe clouds and spit fog. Kaisei smiled triumphantly, stroking the wolf's head and asking, "Speak! Where's the Worldly Medicine manuscript?"

The torches flickered wildly. And a whisper slid through the room like someone breathing in my ear. Not human. Not wolf. Something older. Something dark. Clara grabbed her dagger. Ben raised his spear. Jake’s shoulders tensed visibly. I stood slowly, one hand on my belly, the other on Lucas’s chest. “Who is here?” I said quietly into the air. The whisper grew louder. Words formed, chilling the back of my neck. Soon. Clara jerked. “What was that?”

All whispering. “Speak to me one at a time,” she said aloud, her voice cracking with effort. “I can’t hear you all like this. I can’t help you if I can’t understand.” The voices quieted. And one stepped forward. A wolf spirit, translucent and ancient, with scars carved into its form by battle and time. Its voice was female and low, like distant thunder. “You carry what we could not. That is why we chose you.” “I didn’t ask to be chosen.”

It’s like the urge to drink or a hungry feeling when he sees a delicious-looking meal in front of him. “Greetings Lord Zhu Wushang.” A mysterious voice called Zhu Wushang out of his contemplation. Zhu Wushang then turned toward the direction of that mysterious voice. A gray humanoid silhouette stood not far from Zhu Wushang. The transparency of this silhouette shows that this is just a projection of the owner of the voice. Zhu Wushang stared at the projection as he contemplated the identity of the owner of this projection. “What do you want? Yog-sothoth.” Asked Zhu Wushang.

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

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.

Again the sound of barking dogs reaches my ears only louder as if the barking was coming from right above me. “HEEEEEELLLPPPP” I yell out with as much force as my now sore lungs can muster. “HEEEEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPP MMMEEE” i keep yelling with all i have praying that they find me and help me. Times passes and the barking has now stopped, the only thing I hear is silence, just as I had started to give up hope a small sound of what I think was steal hitting rocks echo’s around me then slowly I start to see sparks of light until it blinds me.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

Then, he asked for the date of birth of our children, as well as a photo of Avery. "Mr. and Mrs. Kent, my prediction was right. Your eldest daughter has been subjected to some dark voodoo magic." Michael and I exchanged glances, holding our breaths. "This is a cruel spell. The caster forces her own soul onto an unborn fetus, taking over their body. Through this, they can influence the parents' emotions. That would be the voice that you both have been hearing." He continued, "Perhaps due to the bond between the sisters, or because your true daughter's soul has not fully dissipated, she becomes agitated whenever the younger one feels joy."