Whispering Reading Novels & Stories

LYRA …The whisper doesn’t stop. It threads through my skull like smoke, brushing the edges of my thoughts, never fully forming words—only intent. Mine. The word slithers behind my ribs as my hands brace against the cavern wall. My breath stutters. The cave around me wavers, shadows bending inward as if listening. No— Not listening. Waiting. My pulse spikes. I squeeze my eyes shut, but the darkness behind my lids is worse. Something moves there, slow and patient, like claws dragging across the inside of my skull.

Tumbling in a crashing, cascading waterfall ‘round corners, hurtling downward into sudden calm. The almost imperceptible rustle of shadows clinging to corners. And whispers on the delicate, fraying edges of dream. Voices mumbling. Low. Impossible to hear, to understand. but there, nonetheless. Syllables caught, sometimes, if she were to listen. Yet sleep called, those tattered edges skirted, exhaustion enveloping her. The whispers now words saying There is no book as Eidolon coaxed her from day into dream. ***

I whisper to no one. Squeezing and pumping. Up and down. Twisting. I throw my head back when my thumb grazes over the tip; over the bead of moisture that's already forming just from imagining her hand rather than my own. Shutting my eyes, the vision of her is so clear it's as if she's here with me. I can hear the sound of her soft voice whispering to me. Picture her cheeks as they pink when I tease her.

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut

The semi-closed door opened once again, and Spencer strode in. His voice was not loud, but it had such a sense of authority it made an unignorable impact. The room suddenly fell deathly quiet.

She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and focused once more on the children, her lips curling into a bright smile. “Little Red Riding Hood? Alright then,” she said warmly. “Let’s begin the story of a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood…” She closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts as she recalled the tale in full before beginning her narration. The children listened intently, their faces serious and full of wonder as Sandra told the story. Her narration was so vivid, so detailed, that one would think she was reading from a book when in fact, she wasn’t holding anything at all.

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.

Raia tried to look serious and avoid stuttering but his eyes can't look more real as he kept looking away from June. "Where did you get that book?" June asked him pertaining to the books he was holding. "H-huh? What do you mean? I borrowed this from the library," Raia replied then he held the books tighter. June slowly approached him while keeping his eyes on Raia. "That book...we saw it in Mr. Rayven's office..." June stated then stopped in front of Raia. "T-this is not... It's a different book," Raia can't stop stuttering while his eyes keep looking at random places. He didn’t notice that one of the books he was holding is already familiar to June. He didn’t even expect that June would eve

“Let’s go to your new room! You will like it. I felt free to use your measurements and order a few dresses for you since you cannot borrow ones from Veronica.” I walked behind them as they chatted in matters I couldn’t hear. Their lips moved but no sound came out, even when I approached them. I assumed it was the same spell Fredden used the last time. If only I knew how to include myself without being suspected. Wait but I had my Lingering, now, because it was my Lingering. Perfect! “Can you listen to what they say?” I whispered and she came out from my shadow to possess Fredden who trembled for a second before talking again. I was happy because I got such a gift.

"I don't know. We will have to read all the stories until we find what we're looking for." She opened the book, sat on a chair, took her phone back from Wes, and read through the pages. A few minutes later she felt her eyes burning and rubbed them. They then took turns reading. When it was Willow's turn again, they heard a noise from the upper floor of the library. Wes, highly alert, immediately stood from his seat and gestured for her to remain quiet. He went up the staircase to check the source of the sound, while she continued reading. Within a few minutes, Wes came back shaking his head.