Wicked Whisper Novels & Stories

A final whisper curled against my ear, silk and venom both. “And when you wake, little Queen… check your throat.”

The group almost shivered in disgust, the shiver continued to run down their spines leaving them completely uncomfortable from how that sounded. Their reactions showed that they were completely repulsed by his behaviour formed quickly. “Oh what I wouldn’t give to slap him” Helga muttered darkly as she eyed Perceval who frowned at hearing the prince’s voice. “We’ll distract him, start running once you see us talking to him” Merlia said calmly now handing Anberine the book, nodding her thanks she watched Morgana and Merlia leave the room. “There’s the Dark Dwellers!” Skye called brightly surprising the pair who were now walking towards him.

"I hate this. I hate every second that you aren't behind the stone walls of Kharos." "The stone walls are where the traitors live," she reminded him softly. "Out here, at least we know who the enemies are." They moved into the deep woods. The Whispering Woods earned its name from the way the wind moved through the silver-leafed birch trees, creating a sound that mimicked human voices. As they pushed deeper, the air grew colder, and the vegetation began to change. The vibrant greens of the forest floor gave way to sickly, translucent whites and deep, bruised purples.

I whispered the words he wanted to hear so badly. "Yes. I accept your proposal." His breath caught.

I whispered. I walked over to the counter, picked up the small bag, and slipped it into my coat pocket. Without wasting another second, I opened the door and walked out, leaving behind the safety of my room—and maybe, a part of myself too. I walked back outside and followed him. We got to Mrs. Yates's room, and I asked him to excuse us. He went outside; I looked at the woman and spat on her face, then injected her and she slept off immediately. After some few minutes, I walked back outside; he looked at me, waiting for an answer, and I gave him an assuring look before making my way upstairs.

He worked for whoever paid the most, even if he was a zombie or even possessed, what he wanted was money. It was then, they couldn't get his wife, who was the old-fashioned way, didn't want to make a complaint, their children who were beaten didn't want to either... She was an ancient villain who was called the black widow of the rich, because she related to countless needy rich people and without contact with other people, they were totally isolated, these people who were abandoned were their victims, as far as they knew that their nickname and nickname, was the so-called Whisperers of Kurayami, in which he killed several people around the city.

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

his sick taunts echo in the hall as I claw my way to my room leaving a trail of blood behind my. The sting of hot metal piercing my skin is one so unimaginable the scream that leaves my mouth is one so horrifying it would scar the devil away only it didn’t because he follows behind me carful not to step on the blood train I'm leaving behind.

I whisper. What have I done?!

"Your existence is destructive, you'll bring disasters in the life of your loved ones" I cried my heart out, the fear absorbed me, but the dreadful voice seemed to neglect my suffering and continued "you traitor! Murderer! Wait for your karma to destroy you as you destroyed them," The voice kept on echoing. I covered my ears in horror. I screamed but I couldn't find a single soul that could offer me a helping hand. I could listen to the voice rising wild and nigher the trees and its leaves the drifting air, the ground that I was fallen on with misery the rocks that stood still in its might all that existing around me whirled in a motion and whispered "It's time for your retribution, it's ti