Whispers In The Heart Novels & Stories

Entry Five – The Shadows That Speak My Name The whispers never stop. At first, they came only at night, slipping into my dreams like a cold breath against my skin. I could push them away and then, dismiss them as nightmares, as tricks of my weary mind. But they are not nightmares. They are not tricks. Now, they follow me everywhere. I hear them in the rustling of the trees when the wind is still. I hear them in the crackling of the fire when no one is near. I hear them in the silence, in the spaces between each heartbeat, growing louder, more insistent.

she whispers. My heart hammers against my ribs. "Yes."

I whispered. XXX

On the other hand, while the others are busy cleaning, Raia, who is also in-charge of today’s cleaners, went to the storage room to get a pail for water. He is casually walking towards the storage to get it and also went down the building to fetch the water. While walking on the corridor, at the lowest ground of the building, he heard someone whispering. He frowned and stopped for a while. After a minute, he still continues eavesdropping on the conversation. He can’t see the guy’s face but little by little, he can recognize who owns that voice. “Mr. Rayven?” he asked himself. On the other hand, there’s a guy sitting in his office while drinking his usual drink. He then took his cellphone to

And as she lay in the dark, the phone glowing in her hands, she whispered into the quiet: “I love you, Daniel.” But she didn’t send it. Because some loves don’t speak in words. They speak in silence. And hope.

Something wasn’t right. Before I could change my mind again, I found myself standing right at the door, leaning against it. Eavesdropping. Not something I was proud of, but I needed to know. Her voice had been loud moments ago, almost like she was arguing—or panicking. But now… it was low. Almost like a whisper. Why the sudden change? I pressed my ear more firmly against the door, hoping to catch even a word. And then… I heard it. Just one word. Just one sentence.

A heartbeat that wasn’t quite hers. The shadows here were different than the ones she commanded in waking life. They weren’t jagged shields or twitching half-formed shapes. They were liquid, velvet, thick with whispers she couldn’t quite catch. Whispers that weren’t in words but in memory. A language that brushed the back of her mind like half-forgotten lullabies. “You’ve felt him, haven’t you?” The voice was a woman’s. Low. Smoky. Wrapped in love and tragedy and power that hummed like black fire.

I could see the weight of it on him — the burden he carried alone, the fear that maybe this was already too late. The glow from the Heart Crystal pulsed faintly, washing the clearing in shifting shades of blue and green. Corin circled it slowly, eyes narrowing as if trying to read the pattern of its fading light. I couldn’t move. My gaze was fixed on the crystal’s core — the faint rhythm of color, the low hum that seemed to echo in my chest. Then… I heard it. A whisper. Soft, distant — but clear enough to send a shiver crawling up my spine.

His voice restrained in control. She blinked at him with her rounded eyes. Her sparse breathing had stopped as she heard the lub-dub of her heart in her ears. "Let me make love to you, precious. Let me f*ck you." His raspy breath tickled the soft flesh of her neck. His lips lingered over the shell of her ear. Her breath hitched at those unfiltered words as blood rushed to her cheeks. "I want to be buried deep inside you, Innessa," He grunted lowly.

My heart hammered so hard it felt like it shook the ground. “Zach,” Alana whispered, voice small for the first time. “Is it him?” I didn’t take my eyes off the darkness. But my voice dropped into a place deeper, colder, and more lethal than anything I’d felt in years. “Yes,” I whispered. “Stay behind me.” The footsteps grew louder— one step then another then another— slow, certain, taunting. Not rushing. Not hiding. Approaching. Alana’s fingers curled around the back of my jacket.