Wicked Whisper Novels & Stories

He immediately approached to help and asked in a whisper, "How are you? Did you learn anything new about it?" Raia looked around first before slowly arranging the books on the shelves. "For now, there's not much. But last night, I heard loud noises near the women's bathroom. I don't know who or what caused that sound, but when I went to the bathroom at night, I saw a human figure on the wall. I'm sure all the women were already asleep at that time, and I can't be wrong; that person was huge, no doubt. It could be a ghoul," he said flatly, without hesitation.

his favorite words sounded in her head, and she quickly took her finger off the mark. It was at that moment she realized someone else is in the room with her. She turned back swiftly, grabbing a knife from the wall hanger which she tried throwing backwards, but strong hands captured her Immediately, and she came face to face with Tiger. Why is he always showing up anything she's thinking about Denzel? How did he even get here without her noticing? Only those trained in Atlanta know the silent steps skill, walking without making the slightest sound. Who the hell is he! "You're a spy, aren't you? You knowingly allowed me to capture you!" She muttered, and Tiger stared down at her naked body fo

Tears and sweat streamed down her face as terror crawled at her. No matter what she did, she couldn’t fight off the pull of those whispers, so helpless that she couldn’t even let out a word. As she got closer to the end of the steps, the voices became clearer, louder, and the light throb, letting out an eerie vibrating sound. When she finally reached the bottom, her fears and worries were replaced by curiosity and confusion, seeing the large empty room. The only thing odd there is the weird carving on the floor, which looks like a letter inside a pentagram.

It was three stories high and looked as if it was on its dying breath of collasping. "I told you we needed a witches' touch." Pierce told me. "Just trust me. Did you carry the stuff I told you to carry?" He asked me after. "Yeah, I did." I took the duffle bag from the backseat of the car and open it. It contained Scarlett's hair brush and her favorite bottle of jasmin and vanilla perfume. "Are you sure this is going to work? I mean I have never heard of a witch called Nïx in my entire immortal life Pierce." I snorted

“Mm, not that one. It has bad juju. Oh, maybe this one! Nah, it’s creased at the corner. Bad vibes. What about this one on the end? No? I didn’t think so either.” I flinched, a dull ache starting up behind my eyes. “The quiet must really help your clients focus. It’s soothing. Better than some annoying gnat flying in your ear, pestering you to choose.” Zuri gave me an odd look, while the Whisperer laughed. “Yes, most find it soothing.” Biting down on my lower lip, I quickly chose three cards and watched as she spread them out in front of me. Her finger hovered over the first card before she turned it over.

I was adrift in a sea of darkness, my senses overwhelmed by the oppressive silence. Yet, through the void, I heard them – voices like faint echoes, like whispers from a forgotten dream. Though their words were unclear, their tones were unmistakable. A gentle hand shook my shoulder, a familiar voice whispering my name.

I whispered. Where is it?

“Always words when I ask. I want to hear your voice acknowledge it.” “Yes,” I whispered, the sound barely audible, hoarse from the prolonged silence and the vise gripping my throat. My wolf whined—a deep, internal sound of raw confusion and burgeoning want, pressing harder against the chemical barriers, testing them with growing desperation, craving more of this intoxicating, terrifying presence.

It felt possessive. "You're trembling," he noted, his voice rough. "I'm c-cold," I lied. "You're not cold," he countered, his thumb tracing the strap of my nightgown. "You're scared. Of a little noise." "A little noise killed Whiskers," I whimpered, turning my face into his neck. The stubble there grazed my cheek. "Whiskers was a cat," Damian said, his grip tightening. "You're a woman, Skylar. You're stronger than you think."

Without her realizing it, her long-buried grievances seemed to be easing away. Her eyes turned watery. The lyrics were a bunch of simple and straightforward words, yet she found herself completely absorbed in them. "Whisper of the Silence." Danise smiled. "Lovely song, isn't it?" "Whisper... of the Silence?" A glimmer appeared in her lifeless gaze. "Such a beautiful name. Is this your latest work?" "How I wish. It's Kyle." Staring into her eyes, he continued, "He composed it with hopes that it could reach the ears of somebody he misses."