Whistling At Night Novels & Stories

Year 2000 Soaked in silence and peace. Only the gusts of cold wind could be heard around in conjunction with the whistling of crickets in the middle of the night. Sharp and successive; a sound that created distinct and vivid patterns on each tree surrounding the paved road of the city. The sky has neither hint nor shade of wrath which is overshadowed by the calm breeze of the featureless night. For it was tranquil, there are no hysterical lights or the faintest sign of electricity on the road. Thus, supplementing the difficulty for anyone to advance because of the thick fog that lurks in the area. It was completely cold, but there was no sign of approaching rain.

But he did have to admit, Tissa was very beautiful when she smiled. As the sun met the horizon, a soft whistle started resounding. A call of the wind. Every windlets in the castle heard it, and they stopped their activities to whistle back. In between those whistles, some could be heard uttering their regrets, some could be heard sighing in exasperation, some were silent as they lament. The day had ended and so was the second round.

NATHAN Sleep eluded me. Every sound out in the night's dark woke me from sleep. My hearing shot to anything and everything that moved, that made a sound. Like a newly turned werewolf who didn't know yet how to control their abilities. Even the whisper of the wind through the windows was a disturbance. I flipped the blanket off me with an annoyance, and marched to the window, banging it shut. And then I leaned against the windowpane and sighed with deep tiredness and regret.

RAYA'S POV The howl of the wolf echoed through the night, a haunting and mournful sound that sent shivers down the spine. It started low and gradually grew louder, a mournful lament that seemed to embody the sadness of the wilderness. The sound seems to come from all directions, surrounding us and enveloping us in a sea of noise. It was a powerful, haunting sound. As the howl reached its peak, the sound died away, leaving only the soft whispers of the night in its wake.

I will entertain myself to the fullest. Then, creepy chuckles resonated around the room. ********** ************************** The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Leaves of the trees sway softly by the calm wind. It's a usual silent night, when the occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the serenity.

Lorien The night was suffocatingly quiet, save for the soft rustle of the trees outside and the gentle hum of the wind. I lay still in my bed, staring out the window at the pitch-black sky. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon that was hidden behind the clouds. My thoughts drifted as I listened to the sounds of the night—the occasional rustle of leaves, the distant howl of a wolf. But something else broke the stillness.

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.

The persistent buzzing of mosquitoes echoed in my ears, their tiny, irritating wings a constant reminder of the one thing I wanted most—sleep. I whined softly, pulling the blanket tighter over my head, desperate to drown out the noise. Just a few more minutes. That’s all I needed. But then, something else broke through the haze of my drowsiness. A whistle. It wasn’t the high-pitched whine of a mosquito but a low, deliberate sound. Steady. Casual. Someone was whistling. My groggy mind tried to make sense of it, but the thought slipped away as quickly as it came.

I wake up snuggled in Dante's arms. He’s still fast asleep, his breath brushing softly against the back of my neck, and I don’t want to disturb him. I glance at the clock on the nightstand, 3:50 a.m. Then my eyes wander up to the sky beyond the curtains, to the waxing moon. Soon the Turning will be here. A lot of wolves are easily affected by the moon’s call.

Soon mother or father will come to check if I am still awake. Not wanting to get scowled before my senior year even began, I decided to call it a night. After saying goodnight to Gwen, I shift around and throw the phone on the bed. I blinked at the ceiling for what felt like hours but was just probably seconds. It was quiet except for the sound of crickets. Oddly it was relaxing and my nerves had calmed down exceptionally until I heard a whisper. Startled, I sit up on my bed, like someone awakening from a nightmare. I almost passed it as probably a show playing on the television downstairs, only that the whispering wasn't coming from there but outside of my window.