Whisper Yokai Watch Novels & Stories

"Look at you... my perfect little mate. So wet. Just from my voice. From being watched." I whimpered around the fabric in my mouth. He stood, unbuckling his belt, pulling his cock free. "For your punishment, darling... you get to watch me. I won’t touch you. Not yet. Only good girls get that." i whimpered, tears slipping free, chest rising and falling in frantic need. My nipples ached, my thighs quivered. I wanted to scream, to beg. "Maybe... just maybe, I’ll reward you later." His voice darkened. "But first... watch."

And his voice, when he spoke, was little more than a whisper that seemed to crawl beneath their skin. “The Shadow watches.” Then—smoke. He dissolved into it, vanishing before any blade could reach him. The silence left behind was suffocating. Zaria’s chest rose and fell, her power still crackling uncontrolled. Fear curled cold in her belly. Because that whisper wasn’t just a threat. It was a promise.

Some… not. I stepped forward, my boots crunching over frost, and the pull in my chest became a throb. My wolf pressed harder against me, her presence urgent. The Whisper The first whisper came as soon as I touched the tree. Not voice. Not thought. Something in between, sliding into the edges of my mind. "Daughter of the Moon Matron… you carry the Seal." I jerked my hand back. The others were staring at me. “You heard that?” I asked.

Zen’s POV “You’re fucking kidding with this right? A real to god WEREWOLF,” I yelled out to Whisper as she ignored me pacing in front of me, speaking to no one with her hands flying up in the air. I watched her stop and look at the swirling air in front of her and a hand appeared grabbing her and she was gone. I moved towards it, but it vanished and a low baritone voice spoke from behind me, “who are you?”

"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."

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

A child’s laughter drifted from beneath the staircase. The sound matched my own childhood voice. Shigure went pale. She was never dead. The water below us opened. A small white wolf climbed onto the bridge. It looked directly at me. Then it spoke with my voice. Give me back my body.

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

“ 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.