Whispering Wall Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

As we entered the first of the narrow passages, the temperature dropped instantly, the shadows stretching out to greet us. ​The whispers began then. They weren’t like the whispers of the East, which had been the cries of the dead. These were musical, a series of high-pitched notes that bounced off the canyon walls in a complex harmony. It was a beautiful, haunting sound that seemed to pull at the very threads of my soul. ​“The Salt Singers,” I breathed. ​“Stay back,” a voice rang out, echoing through the canyon. It was a woman’s voice, clear and powerful, but filled with a sharp, defensive edge.

“But let’s go anyway.” They entered the forest. The path sloped downward, the trees growing denser and darker the farther they walked. By the time the sun dipped behind the hills, the sound of distant water reached their ears—a slow, sloshing murmur that grew louder with every step. Soon, the trees thinned, revealing a horizon of mist. The Whispering Marsh. A vast expanse of shallow, shifting waters stretched out before them, lit by pockets of eerie blue fungi clinging to twisted roots. Thin fog curled over the marsh surface, drifting in serpent-like trails. Every few seconds, Lyra heard faint whispers—soft voices carried on the wind.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

Ray murmured softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. Samira looked up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" Ray smiled, a real smile this time, free of his usual guardedness. "I whisper how much I want you, how much you drive me crazy, and how much I need you. Even when I try to hide!"

I was in the middle of nowhere. I quickly noted the obvious that this was a castle. A damned castle made out of obsidian blocks! From the stonework on the outer wall and the winding black pillars this thing was massive. If I peered down closely a ravine appeared which led to nothing but darkness. It looked as though the ravine surrounded the entire building meaning the castle was standing on a slab of earth. Giving the whole shadow vibe a whole new level of scariness.My fingers sizzled with ice on the windowsill as I drummed them in thought. Where was Vivian?

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.