Whispers Novel Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”

Leaving the book on the floor- But as he is about to leave he suddenly pauses. He searches around the room and I realize that he's heard something. Whispers then echoes fill my ears, first few, then hundreds, thousands, over and over. I become overcome with the loudness of it all, and I hiss, trying to keep my eyes open as I watch Alexander. I am familiar with these whispers because I have heard them before. Shadows, whispers from the endless. I see him in turn and suddenly darkness consumes us. In a moment I am taken to the endless as if taken back in time.

It wouldn’t surprise me, after what they did to you. Faye stared off into the distance. Her gut told her, Whisper was an ally. During those brief moments when their eyes locked, she wasn’t seeing her as Faye. She was seeing her as Clarissa. She felt no trepidation in her presence. Had Whisper, played a role in the lives of Mathilda and all the others? ‘Definitely not,’ Faye answered. ‘Whisper appears to be a keeper of secrets, Syb. And I plan to find out what she knows.’

She read the poem on the topmost page: Blurry eyes, in a haze, Cry silently near the window, Go without speaking for days, Written words are all that remain. What did I do wrong? You call me a disgrace. Sleep with pretty women, perfect bodies Yet you dare show me that face? I sit by my lonesome, Never a hair out of place, Temptation walks by, You get in the way. Dismay, disarray, I seek comfort, The warmth of a stranger's arms,

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

Unaware of the dark creatures plan against his mate, Riven kept the Book of Shadows in a locked room, making sure Layla never set her eyes on it. But the book called to Layla. Her blood was one with it now and at night, she would hear whispers calling to her, keeping her awake. She knew the book held secrets, secrets about the owner, secrets about the past and she knew the whispers she heard every night were trying to tell her something. Something about herself. ... It was a cold night and Layla lay in Riven's embrace, deeply asleep. There was no moon in the sky and it was pitch black. The mansion was silent and the oil lamps gave out a yellowish glow in the dark.

My chest ached like someone had reached in and squeezed. Crystal? I whispered the name in my mind, reaching for the soft presence that had always lived inside me. A gentle warmth stirred, like moonlight pooling in my chest. "I’m here, Nova. Her voice was quiet, steady, the way it always was when everything else felt broken."

I walk throughout the village before reaching at its end. While I am peaking inside a house, I hear whispers behind me. I turn around sharply to look who it is. I find no one there. Again as the wind blows and ruffles my hair, I hear more whispers. I listen carefully before following the direction they seem to be coming from. Just when I come across the last abandoned house in the village, I find a huge graveyard. The whispers seem to be coming from the graveyard. I want to go back since it’s already dark but I feel this invisible force pulling me inside the graveyard.