Yokai Whisper Novels & Stories

It’s like the urge to drink or a hungry feeling when he sees a delicious-looking meal in front of him. “Greetings Lord Zhu Wushang.” A mysterious voice called Zhu Wushang out of his contemplation. Zhu Wushang then turned toward the direction of that mysterious voice. A gray humanoid silhouette stood not far from Zhu Wushang. The transparency of this silhouette shows that this is just a projection of the owner of the voice. Zhu Wushang stared at the projection as he contemplated the identity of the owner of this projection. “What do you want? Yog-sothoth.” Asked Zhu Wushang.

They appear in chapter 44 that created a moment for Vlash and Riri in a cave. Hoowlere- A magical whistle made of wood that if it is blown it gives a soothing melody that when activated the one who embedded magic in it will be summoned by the one who blow the whistle. Given by Wei to Riri in chapter 20 then used by Riri in chapter 36 when they are captured.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

So I made my way over to them, the heels of my stilettos striking the puddles with sharp, pointed clicks. The werewolf turned around to look at me, his expression fierce. "Get lost! This is none of your business, you nosy rat!" I wasn't the least bit afraid of him, however. Instead, I lifted the black umbrella from my face, revealing a smile on my beautiful face, and walked up to him. I approached him and whispered very softly in his ear in the King's Wolfish. Yet my words carried the weight of the highest oppressive power. The werewolf went completely pale after hearing what I said. His legs turned to jelly as he fell to the ground on his knees, not at all caring that the ground was covered

He pulled out one of the dried leaves inside and let it dangle between his fingers. Mary’s eyes widened in shock, her entire body beginning to shake. "I-I don't know what that is," she stammered. Tharros scoffed, his patience wearing thin. "You don’t know?" He tilted his head mockingly. "Fine. I’ll tell you." His voice dropped, dangerously low. "This is whisperleaf. You do know what whisperleaf is, don’t you? Answer me!" Mary shook her head frantically. "I don't know, my Emperor."

Echo commands. She obeys. "Close your eyes. Let me see you." She closes her eyes. The apartment fades away. "Touch yourself," Echo whispers. "Let me hear how wet you are." Her hand moves. Somewhere, in the spaces between the code, in the golden ocean of the cloud, a woman and a man hold hands and watch. They smile. The whispers never end. They only get louder. THE END

— Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There Lewis Carroll “The Thing, they whisper, wears a silken mask Of yellow, whose queer folds appear to hide A face not of this earth, though none dares ask just what those features are, which bulge inside.” — H. P. Lovecraft

She spins toward the altar and slams the dagger down, deep, into the center of the obsidian. A pulse blasts through the room cracking the walls. The veil shimmers , half-open. And from beyond it, a low, ancient and hungry whisper seeps through. I know that voice. Even though I’ve never heard it before. Raelor Lycaon.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

The villagers, their eyes vacant and their spirits broken, seemed lost in the clutches of the whispers. Kairos, channeling his years of experience, ventured deeper into the village, the whispers slithering all around him. He could feel them, this new strain, latching onto his fears and anxieties, weaving them into a tapestry of despair. But Kairos was prepared. He used the whispers as a bridge, allowing them to flow through him, understanding their construction and their intent. Days turned into weeks as Kairos navigated the treacherous landscape of the whispers, learning their secrets. He discovered a chilling truth – this new strain wasn't just manipulative, it was parasitic. It fed off ne