Romans & histoires Whispers In The Dark Book

They were like shadows but not empty ones. They moved and twisted, Their shapes unnatural. Their presence was Oppressive and cold My smile faded. The white spirits stilled and the clearing went silent. And then— I heard whispers at first, I couldn’t make out the words. Just the tone growing louder every minute. The dark figures stepped closer. The white ones didn’t move or protect me again, they didn’t try to stop them. My chest tightened. “What’s happening…?” I whispered. No answer. The whispers grew louder and more clearer till I could make out the words And then I heard it.

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

And ever since— the whispers had not stopped. He abandoned you. The voice slithered softly through her mind. Elena shut her eyes tightly. Another whisper followed immediately. “He always leaves eventually.” The candles inside the room flickered violently. Elena pressed trembling fingers against her temples. “Stop.” But the whispers only laughed. Cruel. Ancient. Hungry. By the fireplace shadows suddenly twisted unnaturally against the walls. Elena’s breathing quickened. The room temperature dropped sharply. Then— a child’s voice whispered directly beside her ear.

"Time of Darkness, excellent choice." She had a calm voice say from behind her and she almost jumped in her skin. She should have been used to this by now. They moved really quickly and their steps were usually silent. The intruder was right in front of her in an instant. Delice. Something twinkled in her eyes as her they roamed the book cover. "They were dark times indeed." Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font.

The world ended in blood, screams, and the dead refusing to stay dead. Violet should have been just another survivor. Instead, the infected hesitate when they see her. They stop. They watch. And sometimes… they let her live. Violet doesn’t know why, and she’s not sure she wants the answer. All she knows is that survival means staying close to the people she has left—and keeping the impossible things happening around her from becoming one more reason for someone to fear her. Then she meets Kaden. Quiet, capable, and carrying secrets of his own, Kaden doesn’t look at Violet like she’s a monster. He looks at her like she’s a mystery worth understanding. As the two are pushed c

Chapter 26 Whispers Of The Unknown Quinton's POV The darkness that surrounded me was not the comforting silence of sleep but a suffocating void that pressed against my chest, heavy and stifling. It felt as though I was drowning in it, unable to claw my way back to the surface. The weight was unbearable, and yet, I couldn’t wake up. My body felt distant, almost numb, as if it no longer belonged to me.

I was sad enough with my own suffering and didn't need any additional negative emotions. I moved further into the forest, listening to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and other sounds of forest inhabitants. The sun shone lightly through the treetops, I heard a woodpecker tapping on the bark of a tree, the bustle of squirrels collecting nuts in the hollows, the movement of the wings of insects as they flied by me. That was probably one of the few perks of being a sorceress - I could hear and see all around more clearly. I "felt" nature with my whole being and absorbed its energy. And it was nature that was the basis of magic, white magic, the magic of life, while black magic was m

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

All subjects talking about the twilight zone and the abyss only talk about how dangerous the miasma is and how no one knows what's really in the abyss, there was none of the topic talking about what resides in the miasma and severe lack of information on what the whispers were. Phil had a bright idea, just like his predecessor his grandfather did, he would catalog his journey and write the things he had seen. Phil got a pencil and paper as he wrote the things he had experienced last night. Phil described how the miasma was not terrifying for him but rather welcoming when he first saw it. He wrote about how the whispers cheered him on and motivated him to go deeper but when he decided to exit

But I know it is indeed incredibly difficult to find someone whom you would be inclined to bare your soul. The darkness is engulfing me from every slope, leaving me frightened in my place. Being unable to scream for help, tears started streaming down my face as the malevolent silhouette reached for me, attempting to mumble something in my ears. "I am at a loss as to how to finally put an end to this. Please help me," I prayed silently "Maybe just try to cover your ears and keep your eyes closed," I theorized. As the darkness creeps in and begins to exert pressure within every grasp, the deafness is beginning to break my ears. I just could not breathe because I was immobilized all over. My mi