Whispers Of The Dead Novels & Stories

she cried, rushing toward her. But Sandra remained rigid, her body frozen as if trapped in an invisible grip. The whispers that once brushed softly against her ears now erupted into agonizing screams, each one slicing through her skull. Her eyes dropped to her hand. She saw the blood smeared across her skin, the crimson burning itself into her vision. The walls seemed to tilt, the world spinning in a grotesque blur. Faces twisted, voices fractured into a chorus of shouts and sobs, all bleeding into one another until everything drowned in red.

For our survival, because it’s not just me anymore, but all three of us who need to get out. And while my soul called out to a wolf that I barely even knew, the cages around me never slept. Work was never done. Somewhere beyond my walls, I can hear the others, always coming and going, new ones being brought in daily. They have to be taking them from all over the states, because there’s no way this many supernatural beings go missing in one spot and no one takes a notice. The screams are what haunt me the most, their cries ricocheting off of cement. Those that kept crying, I would see the next day, but too many of the screams were cut off abruptly. Silenced in a moments notice.

One pant was pulled up, exposing a green woolly sock and a pale ankle with sparse dark hairs. ‘Ouch!’ Leila shrieked, but instead of jumping away, as nine out of ten Classics students would have done, took another step forward. There, behind the chest of drawers, lay a man - about forty years old, dressed in a waterproof gear on top of green tweed jacket and brown wool trousers. It was clear from the first sight that he was quite dead.

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.

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!

In a space of two months the entire village was dead but that was not the problem. By the dead of the night they were brought back to life and a cold army was created but never to be seen again. I rubbed my eyes, a question bugging my mind, where were the cold ones then? Voices carried on to my window and I stilled, listening. The whispers turned louder and I gently got out of my blanket, careful not to make a noise and alert whoever was there. Remembering what I saw the last time I heard whispers, I got up and quietly followed.

But were these whispers true, or merely another echo in the vast emptiness of the Deadlands? The silence gnawed at me, worming its way into my thoughts, twisting my confidence into knots of doubt. Every creak of the tent, every distant howl of a hyena sent his pulse hammering against his ribs. I imagined Anya, my fearless whisperer, captured and tortured, her secrets bleeding out under the cruel gaze of Adolph’s men. I saw Scar, a grinning jackal rising from the shadows, ready to tear the kingdom apart.

"Kristin answer me!" Made...lyn.... You...kil..lled..mmme... The whisper grows higher and higher as we walk longer and longer. My muscles stained, I blink less. I try to concentrate but hard to focus my body going weaker I collapse the entire vision in front of me darkened. Madelyn..nn... Yoouuu...kill..lled...mme... The whispers were the last thing that I could hear before I go into the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

Sophia said furiously as she pointed at Liam aggressively and then she thought about something else that shocked her, “W-Wait, if you’re his brother t-then aren’t you supposed to be d-dead!?” After Sophia said that, Liam and Annika laughed at her. “W-What’s so funny? Is a dead person sitting on our couch hilarious now!? Since when did it become a trend??” Sophia said with an embarrassed expression as well as an annoyed one. “Like I said Sophia, calm down and let me explain.” Annika said to Sophia while Annika had her hands on her waist acting mad, then Sophia calmed herself down and was ready to listen to her sister.

Through the glacial veins she grew in their walls, she listened to the fearful whispers after every death and disappearance. A warrior who had molested her was caught in one of her traps. He pulled desperately at his foot encased in the blue of her veins. Toying with him, Loera giggled as she sent a towering whirlwind at him. “Who’s there?” “Today, you will die,” she whispered.