Whispers Of Death Novels & Stories

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.

Not just whispers now. Footsteps. Dozens of them. As if the dead were waking. One by one. And they were heading up.

For a moment, no one spoke. The Gate of Whispers stood wide open behind Isla, crackling with dark energy. Snow and ash danced unnaturally around her like obedient shadows. Her white gown flowed as if caught in a wind only she could feel, untouched by the cold, untouched by death. Ivy’s heart pounded in her chest. “You died,” she whispered. “I watched you burn.” Isla stepped forward, a wicked smile curving her crimson lips. “You watched a body burn. A puppet I made for you to believe I’d fallen.”

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti

Persephone paused, noticing the fire burning in Kriss’ eyes, knowing he might do something drastic. And everyone froze when Kriss licked his lips in bloodlust, a sinister smirk reaching his lips. “Ah.. it’s been a while.” He said, voice deeper, huskier with a hint of tempt. He didn’t chanted this time, exhaled deeply, staring intensely at Gray, calling his spell, “White Death.” “What the-” None of them got a chance to speak anything, white patterns began to emerge on their bodies, restricting their breaths, suffocating them.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

I watched from the shadows as she spoke softly to the dead girl, almost like a whisper I can't seem to hear, with her voice barely carrying in the cold autumn air. I watched unseen as Serene traced the letters carved into the headstone, her eyes narrowing. A cold wind stirred, carrying the whispers of girls long gone. Dark memories lingered here, secrets buried with the dead. Yet, above all, there was something unnatural about Serene's stillness, and her whispered words to the grave. I backed away slowly, silently, wanting to put as much distance as possible between myself and that dark, sinister scene. But, her voice cut through the silence of my escape, "I know you're in there..."

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.

(WHISPERS WILLOWS) AN old willow blows an eerie wind. Somewhat delivering a whispering message of taunting and dread that everyone should take heed upon. But then, the words, the whispers and the letter that it brings, somewhat doesn’t belong in the current world and not even from the previous loops of Death Reincarnate. “Well, shall we meet our master and God?” Farah giggles in a devilish way. Then draws a sinister smile while somewhat asking for a permission not towards the still sealed holder right in front of her, but to the target that she should be dragging to their meeting point.

All subjects talking about the twilight zone and the abyss only talk about how dangerous the miasma is and how no one knows what's really in the abyss, there was none of the topic talking about what resides in the miasma and severe lack of information on what the whispers were. Phil had a bright idea, just like his predecessor his grandfather did, he would catalog his journey and write the things he had seen. Phil got a pencil and paper as he wrote the things he had experienced last night. Phil described how the miasma was not terrifying for him but rather welcoming when he first saw it. He wrote about how the whispers cheered him on and motivated him to go deeper but when he decided to exit