Whispers Series Novels & Stories

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," I cautioned, my tone turning serious. "For she can also be

Sophia whispered, her voice shaky but determined. Ethan pressed a finger to his lips, signaling for silence. He motioned for them to retreat farther into the forest. With slow, calculated steps, they began to edge backward, away from the clearing where they had foolishly let their guard down. The forest was thick, offering cover in the form of towering trees and dense foliage, but it also concealed whoever—or whatever—was lurking out there. Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest, the rhythmic thumping deafening in her ears. She gripped her gun tighter, the metal cool against her clammy skin. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves made her jump, her senses heightened to a razor's edge.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."

I remained oblivious for several minutes - or a thousand years, there is no telling - before I finally allowed the deafening sound of their whispers into my mind. It is not one this time, but many, and these are not the same as the one that drew me this close to oblivion. The whispers are fingertips clawing their way into the blank slate that is my soul. They are inside me, yet they are all around me, muttering in incoherent spates. It puts my senses on edge. Whenever they speak, they rush throughout my body like the touch of static. I cannot ignore them, but I can only stare into nothing, listening. The voices continue. They do not seem to speak to me, but rather to one another. I do not ev

“ 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 don’t even want to think of the implications that would hold for Tanner and me. Swallowing thickly, I force myself to keep reading. After listing out the names of the dead, the author shifts from fact to speculation, notating some of the theories that have arisen over the years. This feels like safer territory. A lot of these conjectures are rumors I’ve heard over the years: the land is haunted, or cursed, or there are witches and demons in the swamp. But there’s no proof for any of these, and I end up with more questions than answers by the time I’m finished reading.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

My heart raced as he leaned down, past my cheek to my ear and whispered, “Just remember. I don’t mind hard work. Anything worth having is worth working hard and fighting for. I also don’t like to lose so I look forward to hearing the rest of your story.” As soon as he whispered that, he planted the smallest ghost of a whisper of a kiss on my cheek as my breath hitched in my throat and I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. When I opened them again, he was walking away and I was trembling like a leaf. All plans to avoid him had vanished into thin air.