Whistling Mine Novels & Stories

Delilah's voice began failing cos she's losing so much blood, and her body was already shaking. "Find...his name is... he's Tedross... he's at Harley's close, he lives in the ghetto.... Please.... please...find ..." "What if it's all a plan? To have her voice programmed on his phone in case of something like this" Jezebel said. "Chill, I'll detect if it was programmed so far we get the phone, let's leave" Zenith said, entering the wagon. Sylvester entered with her, and they drove off.

The engine of the SUV ticked as it cooled, the only sound in the vast, empty silence of the northern ridge. Ophelia stood at the edge of the dirt track, her breath hitching in the thin, cold air. Below her, the North Mine looked like a jagged wound in the side of the mountain. It wasn’t the gleaming, high-tech facility of the Blue Core... it was a skeletal ruin of rusted iron and rotting timber, long abandoned by everyone except the shadows.

There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed. "Hello," her voice came out in a cracked whisper. "Hello," she said even louder. "Is anyone there!? Can anyone hear me!? Please. I need help!" she said as she started to cry. This was real, and she had no memory of how this happened. How long had she been here now. Did she wake up prior to this and do the same thing? She looked down at her ankle, which burned the most. It was raw, and it looked like burnt flesh all around. She felt the metal around her ankle, and it burned to the touch. She was being captive with silver. Is that what was making her so weak?

This idiot keeps hurting me. "I want to hurt you so bad, for the pain you are causing me" I whisper, feeling like giving up. I am tired of fighting with him. "Hurt me, I deserve it" His eyes hold determination. He is ready to follow his whore. I chuckle pointing the gun to my head and his eyes instantly widen in fear. "Well, I know just how to" I pull the trigger but unfortunately for me, he quickly swats the gun and the bullet loses its target. Shouts are heard around the room, and I feel air drawn out of my lungs with the momentum I hit the floor with.

"But there's one special diamond that I want to show you personally. It's not just any diamond, it's a part of history." Jasmine looked at Seth with curiosity. Seth nodded slightly, maintaining his calm expression. "Of course, I'm interested to see it." Mr. Locovic took out a small box from his desk drawer. Carefully, he opened it and revealed the diamond shining brightly under the lamp light. The diamond emitted a dazzling sparkle, captivating the room. "This diamond is known as 'The Star of Elyria.' It's a rare diamond with a long history involving kingdoms and wars," Mr. Locovic explained. "And tonight, this diamond will be the highlight of the auction."

I tried to say in a clear voice but what I got in response was another finger inside of me. It hurt but the same time I could feel the warmth pooling at the bottom of my stomach. “I ask again, my love.” He whispered in my ear while playing around my vagina walls. “Max..” “Shhh” He kissed my ear while increasing his tempo, “Endearings, my love.” My hips were now unconsciously buckling up against his fingers no matter how much I tried to stay still. I hated this so much. “What did he say to you?” He asked as he pulled me back down into his fingers.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

Chapter 88: The Burning Coves The Whispering Coves had earned their name from the eerie, whistling wind that raced through the narrow vertical fissures of the northern cliffs. Tonight, however, the whispers were drowned out by the splintering of wood, the roar of the gale, and the desperate cries of men drowning in the black, churning surf below.

The house was empty and it was only me and him. He immediately attacked me and we fought. I stab him with the dagger I carried made of silver and dipped in wolfs bane, a substance that are harmful to werewolves. He shifted and I shifted as well. He was a brown wolf with black blazing eyes. I am a pure white wolf with a blue half-moon shape on my forehead. I was in cloud nine as we fought. At last I would avenge my family.

He swung his heavy travel satchel, slamming it into the Hound’s head. The beast didn't bleed; it exploded into a cloud of shredded fine print. But three more were right behind it. "Cian! The other whistle!" I screamed. Mina pulled her whistle, the one marked 'The Queen’s Heart' and blew a note so high and pure it sounded like a bell ringing in a cathedral. The world stopped. The Hounds froze mid leap. The falling leaves hung in the air like suspended ink droplets. "The whistle doesn't call for help," the Postmaster’s voice echoed in the stillness. "It calls for Perspective."