Whispering Wall Novels & Stories

" Toyota growled, giving him a slap on the right cheek, and that was the end. Tiger grabbed her neck with his two hands, shocking everyone as he pushed her energetically, sending her crashing on the glass wall. Her back broke the wall, and her blood wet her singlet as he continued pushing her till he broke the second wall with her back too, destroying a lot of systems. "Tiger!!!' she screamed, and her back finally hit the concrete wall as his evil eyes met hers. Her airflow was heavily restricted as she gasped hurtfully. "Tiger...

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

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.

He hurriedly took a few steps forward and rushed to the hole in the wall. As he ran forward, he looked more and more excited. When he rushed to the wall, his body began to tremble. "It can't be wrong! It can't be wrong! This is spiritual Qi! What a strong spiritual Qi! What a strong spiritual Qi!" In his ecstasy, Silent Lion couldn't help roaring to the sky. This wall was simple and unadorned. It must be an ancient object from 20,000 years ago. The hole that had been broken by Silent Lion was about the size of a basin.

But my arms stayed locked around him, holding him as his shivering gradually slowed. Maybe I was weak too. Maybe we deserved each other. Dawn finally approached, I heard howling in the distance—wolf calls, but wrong somehow. The pitch was off, discordant, like someone had recorded wolves and played them back at the wrong speed. My skin prickled. We were near the Whispering Woods. "Do you hear that?" I asked. Dalton nodded against my shoulder. "The voices. They're starting." "But we're not in the Dead Zone yet."

Somewhere that held the beginning. And then it came to him — not as a guess. As a certainty. Like a whisper from her soul. She went back. Not to a person. Not to a house. To a place. One only they knew. Hidden. Secret. Sacred. A stretch of water wrapped in trees, so still it looked like glass. A narrow dirt path, overgrown in summer, barely visible unless you knew where to look. A wooden bench, weathered by years, placed under a leaning pine, facing the water. No signs. No markers. Just silence.

The Whispering Chasm, a huge and dangerous gorge that lay between them and their ultimate objective—the long-lost Sanctuary of Elarion—was what they were standing at. It was a chasm unlike anything they had ever seen. The bottom was shrouded by thick, swirling clouds, and the wind's eerie cries carried whispers of lost souls with them. However, despite the overwhelming difficulty, there was an irresistible charm, as though the abyss itself were calling to them. The Historic Bridge