Whispers Of The Heart Book Novels & Stories

I could see shapes beyond it, like shadows on the edge of flame. As I stepped closer, the temperature dropped. A fine mist crept along the floor, curling around my shoes. My breath fogged the air in short, frantic bursts. And then I heard it— A heartbeat. Not mine. Louder. Slower. Coming from the other side of the glass. Boom. Boom. I reached out, fingers trembling, and touched the door. The heartbeat stopped. So did the lights. — In the darkness, something whispered. Not words this time.

The Ominous Whisper In the heart of the Enchanted Realm, where emerald forests stretched beneath azure skies, a subtle shift in the air whispered of impending change. A chilling breeze carried with it an almost imperceptible hum a whisper that slithered through the leaves and rustled the feathers of birds in flight. It was a presence that defied description, a premonition that danced at the edge of consciousness.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

The water lapped gently against the porcelain as he pulled me closer, and the world outside disappeared for a while — just the sound of water, and hearts that had learned to beat together again. END OF CHAPTER

It read, “Finally, my time to avenge myself has come. It is only a matter of days before the herbs I gave Rainier will hasten his death. Poor guy, he never knew, I did not give him healing herbs, I gave him more than big amounts of dosage. “Bastard!” Rain exclaimed, although angered, it also hurt him because even if the doctor never seemed to be too nice to him, at least he loved Ami. They continued reading after Rain collected himself. After a page, it said, “It’s done, Rainier is dead, but why do I feel regret and shame? Could it be that I still love him as my friend, but it couldn’t be. He stole my love. He deserved it!!!” Rain couldn’t take it, he stood up and paced the room all the whil

Anything else. His eyes flickered toward his bookshelf. Maybe reading would help. He reached for one of his favorite novels, something safe and familiar, but as he turned the first page, his mind betrayed him. Instead of focusing on the words, all he could see was Sienna—leaning in, whispering to him, watching his every reaction with those knowing eyes. With a groan, he slammed the book shut. This was going to be a problem.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

I was damping my hands before tapping my face lightly with water. I hope this wakes me up. “Get your shit together, Lianna!” I whispered to myself. I turned the faucet off and that was when silence enveloped the bathroom. Something crawled within my skin. I didn’t realize I was all alone in the restroom! With fear and slight annoyance, I quickly walked out of the bathroom with my heart beating loudly. I was so fucking scared, alright! “Fuck,” I cursed. “What the hell was that?” I held my chest tightly, hoping a single hand of mine would at least calm the beating. But it didn’t work, my heart was hammering through my ribs and it was amplifying through my whole system.

came a whisper in the night, one spoken with hope. This was a whisper with a mind of its own. A creature like a voice, unable to be seen, or felt, but one able to see, feel, and smell. It was the whisper of a being called Rose Steele, and she was currently one of the captives of the house of silence, the very body of the house itself. This was what time had done to Rose and her sisters. This was what a curse had done to them against their will. But a whisper had been sent. A feeling of hope to be restored.