Whistling At Night Novels & Stories

’ Like the fool that I was, asking no questions and always giving all the time. I almost jumped, startled as Remy started to whistle slowly next to me. It was a nice tune but creepy at the same time. How to whistle such a beautiful melody. Intent with a message but feels wrong. It felt like musical instruments had been violated. A whistle was not supposed to sound that good.

By the fourth night, I stopped pretending I wasn’t listening for it. It had become some weird part of my routine. 1:59 — check the time. 2:00 — pillow ready. 2:01 — wait. 2:02 — there it is. I’d lie on my back, eyes half-open, wondering what kind of man made noises like that every night. Was he… exercising? Playing drums? Or, well… doing something else entirely? The sounds were too human to be innocent. Too regular to be random. My cheeks grew hot just thinking about it.

(Isla’s POV) The morning in Crescent Valley felt heavier than usual. Frost clung to the valley trees like silent witnesses, and the wind carried whispers I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. Lyra stirred beneath my skin, uneasy. He’s close. You feel it. I did. Rowan’s presence lingered across the distance, even though he had left the night before, stepping back into shadows I couldn’t reach. But the bond, the pulse, the ache didn’t lie. It throbbed, raw and impatient, a tether I couldn’t ignore.

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--- Evening whispers When Nathan sat on the couch, a cool breeze kissed the back of his neck. "STILL SORE?" He nodded without thinking. "GOOD." The air curled around his ear. "TONIGHT, I'M NOT LETTING YOU WALK TOMORROW." Nathan screamed into the cushion. ----

The shrill sound of the whistle cut through the forest air. A chilling silence followed for a moment, then distant rustling as sounds of feet hitting the earth rose. “They are coming,” Roland whispered.

"There are voices of people that linger when their lives are unjustly taken from this earth," Crystal said. "Voices of blood, and people who can't get justice for themselves. These voices belong to the souls of the dead, and the innocent. They can haunt you, torment you, and even try to kill you if they are strong enough. They are like air. They can't be seen. They can't be touched. They can be felt, but mostly through one's hearing. They glide in the air. The strong wind can stop them, and so can fire. Nature doesn't necessarily stop them, but anything too loud for you to hear them can temporarily stop them. And that is why they are called whispers.

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

It was 8:45 in the night. The cold wind is howling while the hooting of the haunting owls fills the air with dread and tension. Asty stared at the bright moon before her and took one last breath of the forest air. She rubbed the chilliness that was creeping in her arms and watched as the mist came out of her mouth when she exhaled. "Let's do it one more time." she whispered to herself.

He was a master of stealth, a creature of the night, and he reveled in the thrill of the hunt. The wind whistled softly through the trees, carrying with it the sounds of the night. The occasional hoot of an owl or the rustle of leaves were the only sounds to be heard as Stefan moved through the darkness. But even though he was surrounded by the unknown, he felt no fear. He was confident in his abilities, and he knew that he was capable of handling anything that came his way.