Whispers Novel Novels & Stories

I whispered. AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone. We've come to the end of this book. Thank you so much for reading, your supports means a whole lot to me. Thank you very much. Don't forget to read my new book, ONCE MINE, FOREVER MINE. Thank you. Gød bless you all.

I kissed Lyra slowly. Carefully. Not rushed. Just enough to feel Lyra melt slightly against me. Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt instantly. Mine. The thought arrived again. Fierce this time. Protective enough to feel violent. When I pulled back slightly Lyra's eyes stayed half-lidded for a moment before sharpening "There's something Ive been hearing, " Lyra said quietly. My instincts tightened immediately. "What?" Lyra hesitated. Rare. "I've been hearing whispers through the mist."

Celine The first thing I noticed wasn’t the light. It was the whispers. Low voices, broken like wind slipping through cracks. They pressed around me before I even dared to move, hushed tones that carried weight—healers murmuring to one another, warriors pretending not to stare. I didn’t need to open my eyes to feel them on me. Their gazes were heavier than the bandages binding my skin. Their words weren’t meant for me, yet every syllable pressed close.

The Whisper Nell didn't sleep her first night at Haven House. Not because she was afraid. Because she was listening. Old walls breathe. And the walls of Haven House had lungs. At two in the morning, footsteps came from the hallway. Soft. Deliberate. Not trying to be quiet just used to moving in the dark. A door opened somewhere below her. Then another. Voices followed too low to understand, but the tone was sharp. Angry. A woman's voice.

Someone else, Margaret? Then he looked away. That hurt more than the rejection itself. The pain in my chest became unbearable. Everything around me started spinning. The whispers sounded distant. My breathing turned uneven. Then darkness swallowed me whole. ***** When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark except for the lamp glowing beside the bed. For one peaceful second, I forgot everything. Then it all crashed back at once, making my head spin violently. My chest tightened painfully. I blinked slowly and realized Ethan was asleep beside me, one arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Mora was curled up awkwardly on the sofa nearby.

He didn't even have the mindspace to work. I had chosen to leave and had taken great care to wipe all traces of me in the system. As a result, William couldn't find out where I had gone. … Days passed William by like they always did. It was dull, monotonous, and filled with work. He came home groggy and dazed, but then a familiar scent hit him. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately charged into the dining room. He was so desperate that he didn't even change into his indoor shoes.

“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.

Lyra was drowning. Not in water, but in darkness - vast, endless, pressing in from all sides. It clung to her like thick fog, swallowing every breath, every sound, every thought. The silence was oppressive, stretching infinitely, until the first whisper curled through the void. Soft at first. Then another. And another. The whispers layered upon each other, some frantic, others coaxing, all slipping between her fingers like water whenever she tried to grasp their meaning. A language lost to time, a song of secrets too old to understand.

She reached up, her hands framing his sharp, shadow-stubbled jaw. "Then let it take you, Victor," she whispered fiercely. "I don't want to fight it anymore." Victor’s jaw clenched, a sudden, heavy wave of reverence washing over his rugged features. He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing still ragged. In the dark, dangerous world of the underworld, both of them carried heavy armor. But as they stood on the absolute precipice of total surrender, a deeper, unspoken truth hung in the air between them.

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.