Whispering Wall Novels & Stories

Tristan spun around in the chair. Through the swirling snow, a shape emerged. It wasn't a patrol. It wasn't a walker. It was a wall. A literal wall of white wind, towering thousands of feet into the air, stretching across the entire horizon. It swirled with violence, lightning arcing within the clouds. "The White Wall," Zephyr whispered, coming up behind them. Her eyes were wide with professional terror. "It’s stronger than the reports said. That’s a Category 5 Aether-Storm."

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!"

We walked a little and came to the site of a beautiful waterfall. "Whoa Andre, it's..." I was about saying when he placed his finger on my lips and urged me to be quiet. Normally I'd be offended but nothing about today had been normal so why start now? I kept quieter and as I listened closer, I could hear low whistling sounds coming from the direction of the waterfall. Andre removed his finger from my lips and we quietly sat down while still listening to the low whistling coming from the waterfall which sounded like it was being played by angels.

She froze after extending her hand against the wall. Signs. Faint, shining with a dull shimmer as though lighted from within, carved into the rock. Beneath her touch, they pulsed in a pattern akin to a heartbeat or breath. There was a whisper in the air. She could not identify the meaning of the rustling, sibilant sound that filled her ears instead of speech. Her back tensed. In the silence of the tunnel, the stone itself seemed to be alive, whispering to her. Her eyes widened and her chest heaved as she pulled her fingers back. The sculptures became more radiant. As if the walls themselves were calling her name, the whisper became louder and more forceful.

*growling sound of a large beast* The frightening growl was heard even on top of the wall. The monster showed itself as it was trailing behind Cheng and Lianne. "...That's the ruler of the western part of the glades." The soldiers were shocked and frightened to see the large Wamilos in front of them. Without any reinforcement from the main forces, the guards had no choice but to shut the gate while Cheng and Lianne were still outside. "Get inside! You and you get inside, we're closing it!" Guard Mali said.

The silence that followed Serena’s "No" was not merely a lack of sound; it was a physical weight, a crushing atmosphere that seemed to suck the oxygen from the vast, industrial hall. It was the sound of an empire cracking, the sound of a death warrant being signed in the space of a single breath.

Kisses fell on the side of my face. It was a little ticklish, so my lashes fluttered slightly, but I still did not open my eyes.

"Shh, quiet now," I whispered, hugging my son tightly and stroking his back. The entire ballroom was silent. Everyone stared, their eyes wide with disbelief. The same wolves who had been mocking me for being alone just moments ago now stood with their mouths agape, speechless. "Mommy?" "She's the… mother of the New Moon heir?" "How is that possible?" Urgent footsteps echoed from the entrance. "Adrian, you shouldn't run off like that," a deep, magnetic voice chided gently.

"I hate this. I hate every second that you aren't behind the stone walls of Kharos." "The stone walls are where the traitors live," she reminded him softly. "Out here, at least we know who the enemies are." They moved into the deep woods. The Whispering Woods earned its name from the way the wind moved through the silver-leafed birch trees, creating a sound that mimicked human voices. As they pushed deeper, the air grew colder, and the vegetation began to change. The vibrant greens of the forest floor gave way to sickly, translucent whites and deep, bruised purples.

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.