Whistling Mine Novels & Stories

They landed on a ledge, a narrow shelf overlooking a scene from a madman’s hell. The chasm was a vertical cathedral of stone, lit by the hellish glow of countless torches and forge-fires far below. Bridges of rope and lashed timber spanned the voids. Hundreds of figures, emaciated and clad in ragged grey, swung picks against the walls, their movements synchronized like a ghastly machine. Among them moved the Wheelsmen, in their dark robes marked with the broken circle, carrying whips and chanting. And at the very heart of the cavern floor, a massive, intricate bore had been sunk—a mining operation of terrifying scale, its supports reinforced with timber and stolen metal. “They’re not just co

Hazel tried to push me off, with her hands on my chest, but the difference in strength was overwhelming. I leaned in, brushing my lips against her earlobe as I whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you mine soon.”

I could still smell him on my skin—musk, pine, and something dark and forbidden. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless. She wanted him. She wanted to be marked. So did I. But how long could we play this game before one of us snapped? Maybe I should make the next move. Maybe I should drive him wild on purpose. "I have an idea," I whispered. daisy looked over her shoulder. "That tone... I’m scared." I grinned. "You should be." "oohhh chloe is so gonna love this " she smiled gleefully

“ 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.

And of course, he didn't want to put it to the test. He's been sitting behind the big stone for about an hour when he suddenly sees the undergrowth move. The White Wolf, or rather, Luna Queen Drina is arriving. When she has crossed the border, she proudly stands on her hind legs and points her snout at the moon. However, her loud howl of triumph, as werewolves often do in their tribute to the moon, is lacking, she stares and sniffs a few times at the sky. Interesting. Jace continues to watch the spectacle.

She gasped at the feeling, giving him the opportunity to capture her lips once again. He entwined their fingers and began moving slowly inside her, sending undescribable pleasure all over her body. His lips moved its way again to her neck, kissing and sucking on her sweet spot, over and over again, making her see stars. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on that spot, causing her to shriek. “Mine” she heard him whisper in her ear as their bodies moved in sync. “I love you, Hugh.” she whispered back, kissing him passionately on the lips.

The slave-dealer glared at me and beckoned me to do like the other girls. ‘Do not look at me!’ I thought to myself, like an order. Then, I turned to the Lingering still on my back. ‘Can you get rid of those girls, they make me feel sick?’ The Lingering raised its head, gauged the worth of the other girls then darted towards them. I opened my eyes wide; it was definitely listening to me. ‘Stop! Don’t kill them!’ The auctioneer introduced us, one by one, exposing us as we could shit gems.

"Thane, Vestra, and four scouts. The rest stay here and prepare." The Whispering Pass was a narrow gorge that cut through a range of low, forested mountains east of Ironmaw territory. Its name, Thane informed them as they approached, came from the sound the wind made as it moved through the rock formations — a constant, mournful sigh that some said was the voices of ancient seers who had died protecting the enclave.

Like he was trying to memorize the shape of my mouth, the taste of me, the exact way I felt pressed against him. I kissed him back with everything I had, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us, until the stone wall was digging into my back and I didn't care. I wanted to climb inside him. I wanted to stay there forever. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, the evening air cool against our flushed skin. "Eleven minutes," I whispered. "That's all we have left." "Then don't waste it talking."