Whispering Echoes Novels & Stories

"It's hungry." The city alarm suddenly intensified. The crimson glow deepened. Somewhere in the distance...... a terrible sound echoed through the underground city. A sound like thousands of voices whispering simultaneously. Everyone froze. Because the whispers seemed to come from everywhere. From the buildings. From the streets. From the air itself. Then Elyra heard something impossible. A familiar voice. Her grandmother. "Little star..." Elyra's eyes widened. The whisper disappeared instantly. But she had heard it. Clearly.

Endless stretches of nothingness. Before existence Before time Before anything The Child Whispers “I remember...” The words echo softly across creation. “There was nothing.” The galaxies tremble. The First Silence lowers its gaze. The Hollow freezes. The Unmade watches carefully. Because they remember too Not directly. Not fully. Like distant echoes of a forgotten beginning The Child Continues “I was alone.” The sentence hurts. Because now Everything makes sense The loneliness. The voice beyond reality. The endless longing for connection. Theodore whispers quietly “…Oh.”

The one whose voice I had convinced myself couldn’t possibly be the same. My cock twitched again inside my trousers, already stirring back to life at the sight of her. “Forgive me, Father,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from taking me so deep. A slow, sinful smile curved her lips. “For I have sinned… and I want more.”

I’m quickly learning that love is messy and complicated. I stepped out of the bathroom and listened intently to see if I detected any sounds in the house. The only thing I could hear was the deafening roar of silence and the beating of my heart in my ears. I softly and slowly stepped back down the hall, careful to not make any noise. As I entered the kitchen, I could hear Vanessa still talking outside. I exhaled the air I had been holding in as I crept slowly toward the back door so I could hear better.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

I say, pushing. Echo smiles, cold and sharp. “Yeah, well. I’ve got the voices, remember? They keep me company. I can make them sound like anyone I want. If I want a woman whispering sweet nothings in my ear, she’s there. If I want someone yelling at me, I’ve got that too. You just don’t see them.” I groan and rub my face, the weight of it all catching up again. But then his tone shifts to something harder and final.

he whispered. THE END

“That was just the first one.” The corridor narrowed as they went on, the walls bowing inward as though the keep itself were leaning closer to listen. The pale glow from the floor faded until they were walking through a twilight haze. Their footsteps no longer echoed; instead a soft murmur rose around them, like a crowd just out of sight. Ava glanced at Silas. “Do you hear that?” He nodded once. “Whispers.” “They’re not whispers,” Eron murmured. “They’re echoes. The keep is playing back pieces of us.”