Whispers Series Novels & Stories

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

“Stop.” We halted instantly. The whisper sharpened— “Wrong path…” “…turn back…” “…survivor…” “…not alone…” Dren clutched his cloak. “Why do these whispers suck so much? ‘Turn back,’ ‘don’t trust,’ ‘stop going down ominous stairs’—why can’t one whisper say something nice, like ‘take a nap’ or ‘free snacks ahead’?” But Mara’s brow furrowed. “No, listen properly. These whispers come from different sources. One is tied to the chamber. One is an imprint. And one…”

And ever since— the whispers had not stopped. He abandoned you. The voice slithered softly through her mind. Elena shut her eyes tightly. Another whisper followed immediately. “He always leaves eventually.” The candles inside the room flickered violently. Elena pressed trembling fingers against her temples. “Stop.” But the whispers only laughed. Cruel. Ancient. Hungry. By the fireplace shadows suddenly twisted unnaturally against the walls. Elena’s breathing quickened. The room temperature dropped sharply. Then— a child’s voice whispered directly beside her ear.

Chapter Seven: When the Valley Watches (Isla’s POV) The silence didn’t last. It shattered. Footsteps echoed from the corridor fast, urgent, too many to ignore. Guards. Elders. My father. Of course. Nothing stayed hidden in Crescent Valley for long. Rowan didn’t step back. That was the first problem. He didn’t release my hand either. That was the second. And Adrian Adrian didn’t look surprised. That was the most dangerous part of all.

Soren didn’t answer, but his silence spoke volumes. The ground beneath them grew uneven, roots twisting up like fingers grasping for something lost. A low mist curled around their feet, and the further they walked, the quieter the world became—no birds, no rustling leaves. Only the sound of their footsteps... and something else. A whisper. Faint, just at the edge of hearing. Eve froze. "Did you hear that?" Damien’s eyes darkened. "We’re not alone." ________________________________________ The whispers grew louder, surrounding them, slipping through the air like tendrils of smoke. The mist thickened, curling around their ankles, creeping higher with each passing moment.

One by one, the Alphas spoke. Some hadn’t seen anything firsthand but mentioned strange weather patterns, unexplained deaths, or warriors gone missing. Others had seen more—shadows in the trees, heat without fire, howls that didn’t belong to any known species. One Alpha from the east said a pup had screamed through three nights of nightmares—red skies and claws like spears. Another shared that two of his warriors came back from patrol broken, whispering about “eyes in the dark.” It wasn’t just Foraker. It was everywhere.

And why couldn't I remember anything? I started to hear whispers The whispers were soft and indistinct, but they seemed to be coming from all around me. I tried to concentrate on the words, but they were hushed and unclear. It was like trying to listen to a conversation from another room. The whispers grew louder, more urgent, but I still couldn't make out what was being said. Frustration and fear began to build inside me. Who was whispering? And what did they want from me? Regret and self-reproach washed over me as I lay there, listening to the maddening whispers. Why had I so blindly trusted the maid and drunk the herbal concoction?

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Sophia and Alex exchanged wary glances, their eyes darting around the dimly lit forest. "I heard it too," Sophia replied, her voice tinged with unease. "But I can't tell where it's coming from." Before we could react, the whisper grew louder, morphing into an eerie, disembodied voice that seemed to echo from all directions at once. "Welcome, travelers," it murmured, sending a chill down my spine. "You have entered the realm of the Forest of Whispers, where the trees speak and the shadows dance."

one of the warriors called carefully. I looked up. “The southern warriors found another rogue trail close to the river.” “Split into groups,” I ordered immediately. “Nobody moves alone.” The warriors nodded quickly and scattered while I moved deeper into the woods without waiting for anyone. The cold wind brushed against my skin while leaves cracked beneath my boots. My senses stayed alert but my mind refused to settle properly. Something felt wrong and I hated it. My wolf kept pacing violently inside me but refused to communicate. That had never happened before.

I whispered into the darkness, voice wrecked. Josephine stood up, fixing her skirt. I couldn’t see her face clearly, but I felt her cold smile. “No, Professor,” she whispered back. “This is only the beginning.” She walked away, heels clicking in the dark theatre, leaving me sitting on the prop throne with my cock out, guilt crushing me, and my obsession growing stronger than ever. Josephine POV I stepped out into the heavy rain, a dark smile on my lips. I was back. Sweet Poison was fully awake.