Whispers Of You Catherine Cowles Novels & Stories

I whisper. ********

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!

The fact is that if I will be seen by such creature my demise would be imminent. It was rather odd that En was quite in this whole endeavor. He might be trying to contact the powerful being in order to help me or he’s just busy with trying to block the maddening whispers that were trying to invade my mind. I scratched my ears as the insistent buzzing due to the miasma made my ear itchy, like listening to an ASMR but instead of sweet nothings all you could hear were maddening screams of those who were taken and there urge to join them in there maddening cacophony.

I hesitate before adding, “I feel it.” His eyes meet mine in the darkness, the sun not yet ready to breach the horizon. “You feel something?” I step toward him. “It’s like I’m being yanked in a direction that’s totally unfamiliar to me. Last night, I visited Misty, and she’s… something is wrong. Something’s wrong between her and Cole, and she’s suspicious of our healer, and the forge…. It’s too much for her right now. I need–I need her to research The Book of Whispers, but I already know she’s struggling and can’t bring herself to even look at it yet, but it might give us some clues about what the forges were and what they’re capable of.”

I hold my phone closer to my chest as I walk further into the house and into the kitchen, letting out a scream when I see the gruesome sight in front of me. There on the kitchen counter is a dead and bloody cat with it’s insides spread out across the countertop “Poor Kitty” I freeze hearing his voice behind me. “Tisk tisk tisk” he runs his flinger tips along my arm causing goosebumps to form all over. “Here I thought you were going to be different” his hot minty breath fans the side of my face as his lips brush my ear “You turned out to be just like that cunt Raquel” at the mention of the girl I've seen on the news my blood runs cold in understanding.

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.

"It's difficult to choose just one. But there is a particular book of poetry that holds a special place in my heart. It speaks of the complexities of the human spirit." Catherine's interest deepened, and she approached him, her gaze fixed on the shelf. "Would you mind sharing it with me?" Shawn reached for the book, gently pulling it out from its place. The cover was worn and aged, a testament to the many times it must have been read in the past. “This is 'Whispers of the Soul' by renowned poet Alexander Sinclair," Shawn said, holding the book delicately in his hands. "His words have a way of touching the deepest parts of one's being, unraveling the mysteries of the human experience."

“ Meara!” The whispers started again, soft but notable. I tensed, my eyes snapping open. I scanned the field, but there was no one in sight. The sound seemed to come from the tree itself, from the rustling of its leaves. I pressed my palms against the rough bark and closed my eyes, focusing on the whispers. " Come... find... me..." The words were faint but distinct. My heart raced. Was I losing my mind, or was there something more to these whispers? I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took a few steps back. The whispers grew louder, more insistent.

I say, voice sharp, “let. Me. Go.” He sighs, exasperated. "Fine." The pressure vanishes instantly. I roll out of bed before he changes his mind, casting a glance at Caspian. He’s still fast asleep, his breathing deep and steady. He looks so peaceful that I almost hesitate. Almost. I shake my head and slip out of the room. The moment I step into the hall, I hear them. The whispers. “She has a wolf.” “A silver wolf.” “That’s impossible. There hasn’t been one in—”

I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. The morning sun was streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. I stood up, my legs feeling shaky, and started towards the bathroom. As I reached the door, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. My heart pounded in my chest, a sense of foreboding washing over me. "Tyra!" Tyler's voice echoed from outside my door, followed by the insistent clicking of the doorknob. Panic surged through me. I scrambled to push Laxus off the bed, his startled curse a muffled whisper as he landed on the floor.