Whispers Of You Catherine Cowles Novels & Stories

The mark on my hand pulsed in answer, and for a moment, I felt the heartbeat of the land — faint, uneven, but still there. Then I heard it. A whisper. Soft at first, like the rustle of leaves, but then clearer — words carried on the wind. Remember. My throat tightened. “Lyanna?” I whispered. But it wasn’t her voice. This one was younger, rawer, trembling with emotion. You promised you’d come back. I froze. “Who are you?” The whisper came again, closer this time. You left us in the dark. The air shimmered before me, and for an instant, I saw shapes — outlines of wolves moving through mist. Dozens of them. Their eyes glowed faintly, their forms translucent.

Because I knew this wasn’t a council meeting. This was personal. Warehouse 9 sat on the edge of the old docks, tucked between rusted shipping containers and forgotten memories. When I entered, Zach was already there. So was Silas. And so was someone else, a young woman I didn’t recognize. Mid-twenties. Black hair. Eyes like steel. She stood slightly behind Silas, silent, like a shadow dressed in skin. Zach looked up when I entered. His expression tightened. “You weren’t supposed to come.”

The floating candles drifted overhead and the enchanted ceiling showed a sky that was gray and heavy with clouds. I stood in the doorway and took a breath and then I walked in. The whispers started immediately. Not loud. Just soft and sharp and cutting. The kind of whispers that were meant to be overheard. There she is. The Alpha's pet. I heard she bewitched him. She's not even that pretty. I kept my eyes forward and my shoulders straight and my hand on Ember's back. The kitten meowed and I shushed her and the whispers continued. She almost died.

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.

I turned on the voice recording function on my phone and went into the ward. “You’re here as a mouthpiece for Jeremy, aren’t you? Go and tell him that I’m fine with a divorce, but he’s not getting even a cent from the fortune my parents left for me.” My expression was cold as I stood by the window and spoke with my back turned to her. Joy moved to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Look at you. Why are you always so stubborn? Us women have to learn how to be submissive at times to be able to control men’s hearts.”

Elara Thornfield was a woman of many secrets, a puzzle the world could never fully solve. To outsiders, she appeared cold and distant, entirely consumed by her work. But beneath her stoic exterior lay layers of complexity, haunted by vivid, exhausting dreams that left her drained each morning. As she stood on the precipice of a life-changing moment, her choices narrowed to two: 'DO OR DIE'.

Clara screamed, and Ethan rushed in, flashlight in hand. “What happened?” he asked, scanning the room. “I don’t know,” Sophia said, pulling Clara close. “The power just... stopped.” As Ethan moved toward the breaker box, a chill filled the air. A whisper, faint but distinct, echoed through the room: "You are not alone." Sophia froze, her breath catching. “Did you hear that?” Ethan nodded, his jaw tightening. “Stay here. I’ll check the breaker.” As he left the room, the whispers grew louder, forming words that sent shivers down Sophia’s spine.

he whispered, drawing her to his chest to cuddle her closely. ••• Delilah opened the tap as she entered the bathroom, allowing the flowing water to drown her voice as she spoke to someone on phone. She's still on it when someone entered in the main room, and she cut the call quickly, pocketing her phone before going out. "Jezebel?" She said surprisingly. "Some fresh air together?" Jezebel replied. "Oh... Let's go" she replied awkwardly, and they left the apartment together.

I turned to Catherine, my eyes full of questions. Catherine took a deep breath, her gaze filled with a mix of sadness and determination. "I've kept this part of my life hidden from you, Lyra, but it's time to tell you the truth. I left our family because I possess abilities that can be dangerous. As a Tyrex wolf, I have the power to devour souls."

She whispered while crying. “I can't take this” She whispered again, still crying. “I can’t take this” “I can’t take this” She keeps on whispering enough to echo in the whole room and hurts my ear. I cover my ears because her whispers are hurting me and I feel like it is just near me. I feel like it is getting inside my head. I saw Wolfie run away because he was scared too like me. I can feel the melancholy from her. The hopelessness and the total grief that make the atmosphere so heavy. I can’t breathe. I feel like I am absorbing the negative energy that she is releasing.