Whispers Film Novels & Stories

Claire, Kathryn, Violet, Gold, and Crystal first appeared spaced out before their enemies, then an army of tormented and haunted whispers appeared behind them, and Rose materialized before her party. The Baron, a slim man with deadly yellow eyes, saw her, and shivered. He tried to vanish, but the air rejected his request, for Violet held him still. The sea raged against his party and began to pick them off, and fire fell amongst their midst, burning the men to cinders, but leaving the whispers to bask in the warmth of the flame. A blizzard came from Claire, and the ground shook. Whispers rushed past Rose, running to the army of the Baron, and engaging them in a productive battle that saw to

She cackled, and as god as my witness it was a witches cackle, like in the movies, no shit, “let me worry about that, now close your eyes and envision your living room, go on, you can trust me.” Yea, every psycho in every fucking thriller movie tells you that and I’m not falling for it, I shook my head, “no, I’ll just wait for Whisper, if that’s okay,” I eyed her suspiciously. She nodded at me, “have it your way,” she smiled and waved her hand. Whisper’s voice woke me, “Zen, come on wake up,” my eyes snapped open, and she giggled at me, shaking her head, “WOW, no more champagne for you, you’ve been out cold since we returned from the show.”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sophia and Alex exchanged wary glances, their eyes darting around the dimly lit forest. "I heard it too," Sophia replied, her voice tinged with unease. "But I can't tell where it's coming from." Before we could react, the whisper grew louder, morphing into an eerie, disembodied voice that seemed to echo from all directions at once. "Welcome, travelers," it murmured, sending a chill down my spine. "You have entered the realm of the Forest of Whispers, where the trees speak and the shadows dance."

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

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

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.

“Yes.” But her hands didn’t move. Instead, she leaned her head on his shoulder, letting silence settle between them. After a long while, she whispered, “Why me?” He didn’t have an answer. But deep down, he knew: Because you survived. And they couldn’t let that go. --- The snow began to fall again. But this time, it felt different. Not a cage. A cover. And beneath it, two souls waited. For morning. For justice. For the truth to finally rise.

Every breath felt stolen, as though the air resisted them, clinging like tar before being dragged into unwilling lungs. Kael turned his head, eyes narrowing. Brann was already on guard, sword raised, his stance tight with paranoia. Seris, pale but unyielding, let her fingers trace the black glass wall, her lips pressed thin. Liora clung to her staff, wide-eyed, her breaths shallow and uneven. The silence pressed in on them like an invisible fist. And then, softly, it began. The whispers. They trickled from the walls, first as faint rustling, like leaves stirred by the wind. Then words took shape—half-heard, half-felt, spoken in voices the party knew too well.

I whispered. I walked over to the counter, picked up the small bag, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Without wasting another second, I opened the door and walked out, leaving behind the safety of my room—and maybe, a part of myself too. I walked back outside and followed him. We got to Mrs. Yates's room, and I asked him to excuse us. He went outside; I looked at the woman and spat on her face, then injected her and she slept off immediately. After some few minutes, I walked back outside; he looked at me, waiting for an answer, and I gave him an assuring look before making my way upstairs.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash