Novel & Cerita Whispers In The Dark Book

It was both unnerving and a needed boost to my confidence that I was well protected and with all these men walking beside me, nothing could happen to me. Shadows seemed to dance in the woods, silent beings watching my every move. As I looked back at the others, I don’t think they could see them. They had the general shape of a person but just out of focus and everytime I tried to focus on one specifically, it disappeared with a soft hiss before my very eyes. Each one was black but not a regular black, a deep abysmal black. A non-penetrating black emptiness that felt wrong, like all the happiness of the world had been zapped anywhere and everywhere it touched, which at the moment included my

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

SYLVARA POV The one chosen… The whisper slithered through the dark. The one who leads… It didn’t sound like one voice. It sounded like many. Old. As if the walls themselves were speaking. The light to some… A breath against my ear. The darkness to the rest… Cold fingers dragged down my spine. Find your path… or destruction follows. My heart jolted. I gasped and my eyes flew open. Stone ceiling. Iron lantern light. The scent of damp earth and metal.

I saw no one. Maybe it was because he was not chasing after me, or maybe it was because it was too damn dark even for my wolf eyes. I stopped, my lungs burned, my heart thundering in my chest. For a second, the whispers stopped, and I was foolish enough to think that I was in the clear. But just as they stopped, the whispers started again, this time much louder than the last, penetrating my eardrums in the most painful way possible. I slapped my hands over my hears to muffle the voices out, but it barely worked.

Something that pressed against my skin, my mind, my soul. And then I heard them. Whispers. Thousands of voices whispering from every direction. I couldn't make out words at first. Just the sound of voices layered over voices, echoing through the endless dark. "Everyone stay close!" Axel called. His dagger's flame was the only light, and it barely penetrated a foot into the darkness. "I can't see anything," Marcus said, his voice tight with fear. "Just hold hands. Keep moving forward." We walked. Each step felt like moving through water. The whispers grew louder, clearer. And I started to recognize words.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

​ The weight of the brass skeleton key in my pocket felt like a burning coal, pulsing against my hip as I navigated the treacherous, shadow-drenched corridors back to the basement. ​The warning from the mysterious woman in the library echoed in my mind a rhythmic, haunting cadence: The real enemy is already inside the walls. ?​Who could she be ​And more importantly, how could she know exactly ?where I was headed ​I didn't slow down, even when I heard the distant, guttural laughter of Lucas drifting from the foyer.

“Night.” I went upstairs and closed the guest room door quietly. I sat on the bed in the dark, listening to the house. After a while I heard the screen door open and close again as he came inside. His footsteps moved through the kitchen, then up the stairs, past my door, down the hall to the master bedroom. The house settled into silence. I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, heart still beating too fast, the image of him on the porch in the dark stuck behind my eyes. I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. And somewhere down the hall, I was pretty sure he wasn’t either.