Whispering Caves Novels & Stories

Now, the gem wasn’t found anywhere and all races were searching for it. I watched their fight with keen interest as it developed into chaos; the woods caught flames and thunder struck near the place I was in. I was forced to take shelter under a giant tree, I saw a Lingering strolling with a spooky noise. A chill ran down my spine as I focused on holding my breath when it walked closer. I wasn’t stupid enough to hold my breath while it was away. I waited until it came closer to me. Lingering were different from Lantern Loitering, they were spirits that stuck to the living absorbing their life forces. I was so absorbed in my task that I couldn’t see the lightning coming at me. I lost consciou

“What does this mean?” “They’re dead zones.” “No one returned?” He nodded. “No one.” My gaze lingered on the black markings. “They’re that dangerous?” “Worse.” He tapped another section. “This area is called the Whispering Gorge.” “The voices there imitate people you know.” “If you answer them…” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. I already understood. My fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of the table. He moved to another location. “This is the Valley of Broken Gravity.”

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

The Shield Wall ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The Whispering Gorge earned its name from the wind. It funneled through the narrow, two-mile passage between the jagged black cliffs, creating a low, mournful howl that sounded like the dead trying to speak. Tonight, however, the gorge wasn't whispering. It was screaming.

Even speaking and raising the dead had lost its luster long ago. She experimented with powerful psychedelics, along with the blood and powders of her craft. That was when the madness grabbed hold. That was when she made contact. Six months before Katrina would devastate the region, she’d heard the whispers from the bayou. A voice had called to her, pleaded with her. Tempted her. You are closer to me than any of your predecessors. Just a little further. I need your help, my child. I need your love. That was the Voice, as Cassandra had come to call it. Gentle, like a lover’s caress. Firm, like a lover’s hand. The Voice had become her constant companion.

"Come out. It'll be easier for both of us." Tears welled up but I clamped a hand over my mouth. I bit down hard, forcing myself not to make a sound. The stench of him — sweat, alcohol, something fouler — crept closer. I spotted a faint glow further inside the cave — an exit? I began crawling toward it, silent, desperate. Rocks dug into my palms and knees. My vision blurred, either from terror or exhaustion, I couldn't tell. I was a breath away from freedom when fingers clamped around my ankle.

Pansin niya sa biglaan kong pananahimik. Hindi ko na lamang siya sinagot sapagkat hindi ko rin alam kung ano ang isasagot ko doon. Ang tanging alam ko lamang ay mabigat para sa akin ang kaalamang aalis na rin siya rito sa probinsiya. I wonder if I would be able to see him again even if it's just a minute or less. I just wanted to see his cold eyes, and if there's still a chance, I wanted to hear his deep and baritone voice saying my name again.

I was adrift in a sea of darkness, my senses overwhelmed by the oppressive silence. Yet, through the void, I heard them – voices like faint echoes, like whispers from a forgotten dream. Though their words were unclear, their tones were unmistakable. A gentle hand shook my shoulder, a familiar voice whispering my name.

Kellen said. “But there are no caves near here,” I said, tiring quickly of the geology lesson. “Caves form in limestone, but the only caves near here are Lehman Caves, almost five hours away. Also, they’re too commercial.” “Yes, so we know that they didn’t take her there,” Kellen agreed. “For a vampire, five hours wouldn’t be too far away, but with taking Leila with them, they’d need someplace close.” I shook my head. “To my knowledge, there are no other caves in Nevada.”

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.