Whispers Novel Novels & Stories

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.

The study smelled faintly of leather, whiskey, and burning wood. Safe. For the first time in months Elena felt something dangerously close to peace. Then the whispers returned. Suddenly. Violently. He lies. Her fingers tightened instantly. The fire flickered. “He wants to own you.” Another whisper joined it. “He will destroy you.” Candles trembled. Elena shut her eyes tightly. Not now. Please not now. The whispers only grew louder. “Kill him before he kills you.” The fireplace exploded suddenly. Flames burst violently outward. Elena gasped and stumbled backward.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

One devastatingly sorrowful howl. It sounded like whoever made the noise was mortally wounded, heartbroken even. I hoped beyond hope that it wasn't a sign of Pip's demise and was almost relieved when I heard another second howl, the sound completely different from the first. It went on like that, another and another joining until there were so many I could no longer distinguish between them. The sound sent chills down my spine and filled my heart with sorrow. I knew what it meant. I could feel their pain in the wind. One of them was dead, and they were mourning the loss. I didn't know what to think. All I could do was pray that I could sense Pip, but there was still nothing. The nothingness

A chilling voice fanned against my neck. I spun around. Seeing the dark haired man I saw from earlier. I flashed him a glare before dashing into the crowd. Only to be yanked back suddenly. My head spun in protest as I was now nearly sprawled against him. He had grabbed my wrist! The nerve of this guy! He chuckled “Love, lest me I remind you.” I felt him move closer his lips now brushing my ear. “Don’t move.” His commanding voice came from behind me once more. I replied by growling at him. Flashing my elongated canines in his face. “Release me, you bastard!” I hissed squirming.

“How did everyone know?” “zeynep! But I warned you. I told you to be careful. I told you,” she sighed deeply. “I heard a few whispers . One or two people had seen the two of you headed to the lake. At first, I didn’t think much of it. You’ve already had to endure so much,and I thought it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for you to just have some small relief, no matter how brief. It was when the whispers started getting louder and louder, and I started hearing the gossip even here in the house that I knew I couldn’t keep quiet anymore. Remember that morning you were having breakfast, and I warned you to be careful?” “How was I to know that was what you were talking about? I thought you were talk

I continue. “They follow the love lives of each child and how they find love. They are very interesting and I am just about to start the fourth book, which is about Colin. There is also a gossip column in their world, the writer is called Lady Whistledown and in the books I have read so far, her identity has not been revealed yet,” I finish explaining the book. He had been listening to me attentively, like he was actually interested in every little thing I was saying to him. I decided to stop thinking that he was the enemy, it was making act nervous and awkward because we were trying to catch him and kill him before he killed me.

my mother whispered. “Yes, Mom.” The red light swirled around her in violent, glowing circles before intensifying into a blinding flash. We shielded our eyes, and when the light died down, the necklace was gone. Only a faint residue of red mist remained, sinking into her skin before vanishing completely. Novel’s eyes flew open. She let out a sharp, desperate gasp for air, her chest heaving, but the effort was too much. She slumped back against the pillows, fainting again, but this time, her breathing was steady.

She heard whispers, low, echoing voices that seemed to come from everywhere at once. “Things are not as they seem.…” one voice said, soft but heavy. Nyssa turned, searching for the source, but saw no one. “Who are you?” She yelled. “Be careful, little one…” another voice murmured, closer this time. “The light above hides the darkness below…” She stepped back, heart pounding. The whispers grew louder, overlapping, weaving strange words she couldn’t understand. “Who’s there?” she shouted, but the sound barely left her lips. The shadows moved closer, curling like smoke.