Whispers Series Novels & Stories

Hawke and Xander Hawke together said, “So what , we have not done anything to you so why have you brought us here.” Ghost snapped, “You think you can fool us? How dare you and your son threaten my father! Have you forgotten that Mr. Thornfield has a daughter? Her name is Elara Thornfield.” Mr. Hawke stammered, “What… what are you saying?” Ghost smirked. “Yes, you guessed right. I am Elara Thornfield. I am also a Ghost. And anyone who learns this secret has no right to live in this world.”

Anna froze, hearing a faint whisper that seemed to come from the very walls of the school. “Do you hear that?” she asked Logan. “Hear what?” Logan tilted his head, listening. Before Anna could respond, a shiver ran down her spine. The hum turned into a low, melodic chant that only she seemed to hear. --- The Whispering Walls Later that night, Anna stayed awake in her dorm, unable to shake the haunting melody. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. When she finally drifted off, her dreams were filled with flickering images of the Cryptic Veil and strange symbols carved into its walls.

her eyes sparkling with excitement, her voice trembling with delight, as she gazed at Whisper with utter enchantment. "Whisper is an ancient Luminari, a being of light and magic," I explained, my voice filled with a sense of wonder and awe. "She has the ability to freeze time, cause laughter and happiness, making even the darkest of days brighter," I said, smiling at the thought. "She can also make people forget her, which can be quite useful," I added with a smile. "And with just a touch, she can cause flowers to bloom, filling the air with their sweet fragrance," I continued, my eyes shining with admiration. "But don't upset her," my tone turned serious. "... she can also be deadly."I caut

I whisper and blacked out. TBC

she grinned sitting beside me. Dahlia turned to Fredden, talking happily like she didn’t see a monstrosity three days ago. Personally, it stayed on my mind since that day, even having nightmares about it. I didn’t seek the knowledge of curses alone; I wanted to learn about the things I couldn’t see. So I could react better in case of an emergency. I was preoccupied with the white energy it robbed me. I couldn’t find anything in the Mizenth personal library or the public one with a restricted session. However, the temple worshipping the High Priestess Victoria had a weird book of unknown origins. A priest with a hood gave it to me when I asked for a book with supernatural and complex occurren

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.

And why did they need a pepper spray? Wolfie took a whiff of the contents, but didn’t feel like snacking on any of it. They both settled onto the grimy floor and tuned in to their surroundings. All seemed quiet, but Leila didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She inspected the watch - an elaborate monogram GSW etched into its 18K gold casing with a warm hue and hints of red. The dial was plain white with no brand name to speak of. Leila couldn’t help but wonder if this watch was hot merchandise by any chance. Perhaps even the pepper spray belonged to some lowlife thug who couldn’t afford a proper firearm. But that was absurd - proper murderers don’t bother with trinkets like this. And besides

Zen’s POV “You’re fucking kidding with this right? A real to god WEREWOLF,” I yelled out to Whisper as she ignored me pacing in front of me, speaking to no one with her hands flying up in the air. I watched her stop and look at the swirling air in front of her and a hand appeared grabbing her and she was gone. I moved towards it, but it vanished and a low baritone voice spoke from behind me, “who are you?”

It wouldn’t surprise me, after what they did to you. Faye stared off into the distance. Her gut told her, Whisper was an ally. During those brief moments when their eyes locked, she wasn’t seeing her as Faye. She was seeing her as Clarissa. She felt no trepidation in her presence. Had Whisper, played a role in the lives of Mathilda and all the others? ‘Definitely not,’ Faye answered. ‘Whisper appears to be a keeper of secrets, Syb. And I plan to find out what she knows.’

The landscape was alien and foreboding, a surreal amalgamation of shifting shadows and fragmented structures that seemed perpetually on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional whisper of forgotten memories. Each whisper was like a ghostly touch against her skin, a fleeting sensation that left her shivering. The whispers were disjointed, fragments of conversations, cries, and laughter that seemed to echo from the very walls of Nyxterra. They whispered her name in haunting, fragmented tones, urging her deeper into the darkness.