Whispering Wall Novels & Stories

I whispered his name. He was looking at me with his eyes full of unknown emotions. I could probably name it but not as a whole. "Larie..." Just by hearing him says my name, I couldn't help myself but to feel weak. Pakiramdam ko ay nanghihina ako sa tuwing naririnig ko siyang binabanggit ang aking pangalan. Ang lakas ng pagkabog ng aking dibdib ay hindi ko makayanan. He placed himself on my back and hugged me from behind. I smiled. Feeling the coldness of water that runs across my body together with his heat that enveloped me, I didn't know what did I do to deserve it. To let me feel it. Him.

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.

It was completely calm outside, making it difficult for her to separate imagination from reality *sigh* She turned back to walk inside while [ahhhhhhh] she suddenly felt someone whisper in her ear . She flinched and turned back immediately and fell down there is no one around **bang** again, the door banging sound was loud enough for her to flinch in fear ... She walked back of the house and observed it was coming from the 'wall of death [again!"] She slowly moved all the thorns in the path and reached the cliff. It was full of light She can see the blood palms being imprinted on the wall clearly. She can hear faint voices from the other side

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

The final approach to the heart of the Whispering Cairns was anything but peaceful. The humming of the stones intensified, becoming a low thrumming that vibrated through the very ground beneath their feet. As they neared the central spiral, the air shimmered, distorting the already surreal landscape. Then, they appeared.

The herbs were rejecting, and that could mean only one thing. This man was poisoned by Whisperbloom. The name sounds harmless, but the poison itself is anything but. It was a rare poison that was nearly always fatal, and nearly impossible to detect. Unless you were me of course. Well, not exactly. There was only one way to clearly detect it, and that was that when a victim of Whisperbloom poison smelled or came in contact with an herb called Silkgaze said victim would become incapacitated. Silkgaze was one of the main ingredients to Whisperbloom antidotes, but it came with its own set of side effects. His collapse in front of my cottage suddenly made sense.

My hand curled against the stone wall. Then I heard it. A whisper. A soft giggle.

Simple gold hoops and a delicate necklace. I stepped out, slowly, heart thudding. Alex was by the balcony doors, halfway into his jacket. He turned— And stopped breathing. His gaze devoured me. Slow. Dark. Starved. He dropped his jacket. He stalked forward like a wolf hunting prey. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse. My lips parted in surprise just as he pressed me against the wall. One hand braced beside my head, the other slid slowly down my bare back. He leaned in, buried his face in my neck, inhaled deeply.