Whispers Series Novels & Stories

Wes entered the kingdom again after crossing the barrier. Even though everything had changed, it still appeared the same and as if he never left. It didn't suit a person of his stature, but he didn't care as he walked through the streets that provided the shortest route to the palace. He imagined Willow walking beside her, sharing some anecdote that she found interesting. People were whispering as he moved through the streets. Wes wondered what the point of whispering was when he could clearly hear everything.

“I won’t tell you anything, and no amount of torture will change that. You might as well tear my heart out and get your revenge. I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. Killing me won’t bring your dead daddy back to life.” Nox’s snarl echoed throughout the barren room, cracking off the metal plated walls. He stood over her, radiating pure fury and the kind of dominance that had me clenching my legs. “No, but it’ll sure feel good. You might not give us answers, but I’m willing to bet anything you’ll beg once the fun begins.” A shimmer of color appeared across the room, and I hissed through my teeth. “Why do you need to be here?” The Whisperer leaned against the far wall, his arms folded o

Then, a whisper. It was faint at first, barely distinguishable from the wind. But as we pressed on, it grew louder—disjointed murmurs echoing all around us. The whispers wove together in an eerie symphony of voices, some pleading, others laughing in a way that sent a chill down my spine. Freya stopped in her tracks. “Tell me someone else hears that.” Bram nodded grimly. “We all do.” Sienna gritted her teeth. “It’s the Phantoms. Keep walking. Do not—”

The air tightens, The wind stills. And the whispers return. Elixir. I stumble back, gasping. My head pounds, my vision swimming. I hear voices around me, Soren calling my name, hands grabbing my arms to steady me. But none of it feels real. Only the whispers. Only the mark. Only the truth I have spent my life trying to ignore. I was never meant to be free. I was always meant to be found. The Return of the Shadow The whispers grow louder, no longer just murmurs but voices, overlapping, pressing into my mind. My knees hit the ground, my breath sharp and ragged. The symbol beneath me pulses, the air thick with unseen energy.

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 was adrift in a sea of darkness, my senses overwhelmed by the oppressive silence. Yet, through the void, I heard them – voices like faint echoes, like whispers from a forgotten dream. Though their words were unclear, their tones were unmistakable. A gentle hand shook my shoulder, a familiar voice whispering my name.

I had no idea where to find him, so I stood outside the prison gates where Trevis had been incarcerated for years. That day, many inmates were released after serving their sentences, but I never saw the person I longed to see. As night fell, I left. The years of longing and unexpressed emotions had almost driven me crazy. So, I began to write, using my few memories to document our story. I titled it "Whispers Across the Moon." It was published in my senior year. The story of a young girl's innocent and unrequited love moved countless readers to tears and touched many hearts.

In Abigail’s heart of hearts, she already knows, she has a special admiration for Debbie since the day they met. Abby hasn’t forgotten the days she felt the special connection, though it may not mean anything to Debbie but mere thoughtless words. She can vividly recall; it was their first meet up, as Debbie whispers to her ears and said, “I prayed for you when you’re sick.” Abigail was puzzle when Debbie did know she was sick; in fact, she was not ill during that time. It remains a mystery to Abby why did Debbie whisper those words. It was a sweet melody that touches her soul.

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!

“Try and focus my love, see if you can hear her whisper?” I took in a deep breath before closing my eyes to focus, all I could hear were the typical sounds of the forest life and pack members of my fathers. But after a while I heard a whisper, it was too quiet to make out but I was sure it must be Star. I called out to her, hopeful she would answer. She did not. But I heard more whispers, more gathered, like a buzzing in my ears. Like hundreds of people talking at once, I couldn’t make out any of them. My world went white again, before going black. “Sera???”