Whispering Vine Novels & Stories

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

But not afraid. And just as she began to speak— The wind stirred. The river whispered louder. And somewhere in the distance, a sound broke the stillness. Alex’s gaze flickered briefly. Then returned to her. Still waiting. Still hopeful. Still there. And her answer… Remained just beyond reach.

pressing her lips she raised her eyebrow "I would be honored, Mrs. Brown your evening snacks are the best I wouldn't wish to miss them" licking my lips I winked at her "Such a glib tongue" she playfully pinched my cheek and went in, I followed her. As we entered, the lawn area welcomed us with a captivating fragrance that was mixed in the air around by those beautifully decorated flowers, sprinkling its bliss in the atmosphere that could lighten up the gloomy moods to enhance the beauty, were not so large grassy rocks deeming the gushing water to slip through it.

In the time we sat talking on the cold bench I learned his name was Christopher but prefers to be called Chris, he's twenty-five years old, hates grapes and the Portland Timbers and his favorite color is yellow at which I laughed at. We were just starting just to get deeper into our conversation when a horn honking in the street pulls attention towards it. There on the sidewalk stands my brother waving his hands to get my attention then pointing to his invisible watch telling me to hurry up. “Well that’s my ride” I say standing “It was nice to meet you Chris” I say holding out my hand for him to shake. “Yeah it was nice to meet you too” he shakes my hand then lets it go and I start to walk a

“The Whispering Valley, huh? Sounds... ominous. Let’s hope it’s just a name.” The group set out the next morning, the map carefully folded and tucked into Crane’s satchel. The Whispering Valley was a day’s journey from the manor, its name a relic of the eerie winds that echoed through its cliffs. As they approached, the faint hum of the key grew stronger, its light pulsing in rhythm with the instability that awaited them. The valley was shrouded in mist, its jagged cliffs casting long shadows that shifted with the wind. The hum of the key became a low, resonant thrum, guiding them toward the fracture. Emma felt the familiar weight of the balance pressing against her, testing her resolve.

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.

The whispering continues. "Your blood as well as that of Apollo, great-grandma, grandpa Levi, grandma, the Azanian warlock, Poseidon, Michael, and the venom of the Nyaminyami, will be mixed with the holy oil and water from the spring inside Poseidon's Trident. Thus will be used to water the vines as you plant them." "Thank you, but how will we know which are the true entry points and why is that?"

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.

The moment she heard what Kurt whispered in her ear, her heart suddenly started to beat faster and faster. She got scared and nervous as she didn’t understand a thing that was happening at the moment, everything was moving so fast. She didn’t see the man get punched earlier, next thing she knew, he was just on the ground.

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