Whispers Of Fear นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He left you something—a message, a warning—something hidden you’re too afraid to face. My reflection looked back at me with tired, afraid eyes. “I’m trying,” I whispered to her. “But I don’t know how to start.” Another sound echoed. Not a tap this time. A whisper. Soft. Barely audible. Like a breath slipping between walls. My spine tingled. I held my own breath, listening. “…Sophie…” I spun around so fast that the doorframe blurred. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. But my pulse was a frantic drum in my ears, and the whisper—real or imagined—still coiled in my mind like a question mark carved from ice.

Kyra’s POV “Who’s there?” I whispered calmly in fear into the darkness, not knowing who could be crawling into my chamber like it was theirs. My voice sounded lower than it ever had—something entirely new to me—as it cracked under its own fear. But unfortunately, silence answered me. Not the ordinary, still silence of a calm room. No. This one felt completely unusual and strange to me. Like something else was breathing in my room, waiting to carry out an evil plan.

My heart hammered so hard it felt like it shook the ground. “Zach,” Alana whispered, voice small for the first time. “Is it him?” I didn’t take my eyes off the darkness. But my voice dropped into a place deeper, colder, and more lethal than anything I’d felt in years. “Yes,” I whispered. “Stay behind me.” The footsteps grew louder— one step then another then another— slow, certain, taunting. Not rushing. Not hiding. Approaching. Alana’s fingers curled around the back of my jacket.

The first whisper came softly, almost politely, like someone leaning close and murmuring behind her ear. “They’re here.” Ines froze. The room felt suddenly smaller, the walls pressing inward. She scanned the corners, the ceiling, the floorboards. Nothing moved—but the whisper repeated, more insistent now, dripping with urgency. “They’ve been waiting.” Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her ears, trying to block the sound, but it seeped through anyway, sinking into her bones. The whispers multiplied, weaving themselves into a chorus of voices, each one distinct, each one demanding attention. One was high and brittle, like glass breaking, another low and guttural, vibrating with menace.

It was both unnerving and a needed boost to my confidence that I was well protected and with all these men walking beside me, nothing could happen to me. Shadows seemed to dance in the woods, silent beings watching my every move. As I looked back at the others, I don’t think they could see them. They had the general shape of a person but just out of focus and everytime I tried to focus on one specifically, it disappeared with a soft hiss before my very eyes. Each one was black but not a regular black, a deep abysmal black. A non-penetrating black emptiness that felt wrong, like all the happiness of the world had been zapped anywhere and everywhere it touched, which at the moment included my

His hand rested against my hip, even in sleep, as though his body refused to let me drift too far. I touched his knuckles gently, closing my eyes. “Let them whisper,” I breathed into the dark. “I’ll give them something worth whispering about.” But deep inside, a knot of fear twisted. Because the whispers weren’t just about me anymore. They were about us. Our children. Our future. And storms… storms always came before the dawn.

It was beautiful, terrifying, and utterly alien. "The Whispering Gate," Misha breathed, her voice filled with awe and trepidation. She still held my hand, her grip now a little shaky. Her other hand rested protectively on her stomach. The air thrummed with a low, insidious murmur. A chorus of voices, barely audible, yet everywhere. Promises of forgotten power. Echoes of lost loved ones. Whispers of regrets, of roads not taken. It was a symphony of despair, intricately woven with tantalizing temptations.

But it didn't last long, my thoughts were interrupted by the chain of whispers. I couldn't keep running from them forever but how was I supposed to face this fear? I kept my eyes closed but instead of blocking the sounds, I started focusing on them. The whispers were getting louder. I tried to block all the sounds around me and kept listening to one particular sound. There were no longer 10 voices saying something together over and over again. Just as the clouds part to reveal a cold, endless sky, the chorus of voices faded one by one, until only a single, hollow whisper remained: *You were never meant to be here.*