Whispers In The Shadow Novels & Stories

It takes a few moments, until I am able to push away from it with a grunt, summoning the shadowed portal. As it slowly forms I hear the shadows whispers grow louder, beckoning for me. The whispers of the endless fill my head, call to my despair, and I am absolutely taken. The tendrils of shadows emerge for I am too weak to even walk through, clutching at my chest as if I could pinpoint the seed of desolation that grows within me. With the touch of shadow, it combines and loosens me, providing me with a brief notion of relief- I close my eyes at the finality, the kiss of death.

The shadows whispered their answer. Yes.

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

No reply. I whispered into the darkness “Who are you?”

I had to survive. The whispers grew louder, overlapping now, urgent. “…He watches… the golden wolf… your blood… your choice…” “…Do not trust the shadow king… the silent watcher… the crimson…” I could barely breathe. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and every pulse of my own heartbeat seemed magnified. My hands shook violently as I tried to write down anything legible, but the shadows were relentless, coiling closer, speaking directly into my mind now, not just my ears.

I smirked to myself, This could get interesting… I watched the girl banter with Eric a bit more as he assessed her. He seemed to enjoy the fight even more with her cold exterior. More wraiths appeared and I tensed, Eric was a Shadow weaver meaning he had control over them, supposedly. Eric could weave and manipulate shadows to travel and even capture dead souls and turn them into wraiths. Yet wraiths were still somewhat feral creatures. They had talons which could slice through bone if given the chance. Not how I wished to spend my time.

He didn't look at me; he grabbed a heavy wrench and slammed it into the central processing unit, the metal sparks flying like dying stars. ​The truck veered violently, the driverless machine losing its way on the narrow mountain pass. We tumbled out of the back doors as the hauler skidded toward the edge, plummeting into the abyss below. The resulting explosion was a symphony of fire that illuminated the entire valley. ​But we were far from safe. The crash had triggered the silent alarm. Within minutes, the mountain pass was crawling with black-clad elite squads—the Shadow Council's final contingency. They didn't come to talk; they came to sanitize.

I whisper, my voice barely audible. No reply. I sit up, my heart pounding, trying to get my bearings. Then I see him, standing at the door, his silhouette barely visible in the dark. “What are you doing?” I ask, moving closer. “Listen.” At first, I hear nothing—just the creaking wood beneath my feet and the distant moan of the wind. But then I catch it: a faint sound, like branches breaking under the weight of something… or someone. “Take it,” Shadow says, still staring out the window.

A figure who appeared in their dreams, who spoke to them in the shadows, who promised them power and purpose. "The Whisper," my mother says. "I have heard that name before." "Where?" "In the ancient texts. The Whisper was a servant of the Dark Wolf. A wolf who could enter the minds of others, plant thoughts, twist desires." "So the disciples were not acting on their own. They were controlled." "Yes. And if the Whisper is still alive, they are still controlling." We need to find the Whisper. But they are invisible, untouchable, a ghost in the shadows. We do not know who they are, what they look like, where they hide.

My voice broke on the last word. The ground beneath us trembled. The shadows between the trees began to move. Not like wind—like something alive, slithering. Edward pulled me closer. “Stay behind me.” But I couldn’t look away. The shadows were forming shapes—faces, outlines of people I almost recognized. They were whispering something, their voices brushing against my ears like smoke. “She carries the mark…” “The bond is incomplete…” “The shadow knows…” I covered my ears. “Make it stop!” Edward stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with power. “Enough!”