Yokai Whisper Novels & Stories

‘I want you to moan my name,’ Sokin whispers on such a sensitive space that Ayame starts to shiver. 58: Hiro - Knowing

Some… not. I stepped forward, my boots crunching over frost, and the pull in my chest became a throb. My wolf pressed harder against me, her presence urgent. The Whisper The first whisper came as soon as I touched the tree. Not voice. Not thought. Something in between, sliding into the edges of my mind. "Daughter of the Moon Matron… you carry the Seal." I jerked my hand back. The others were staring at me. “You heard that?” I asked.

Give me a sec. "Ada," I said, speaking aloud and looking down at her. She looked surprised at my use of her name. "What was the kind of poison you think I've been poisoned with? What was the name again?" "I don't think it, I know," she replied with a small roll of her eyes. "It's called Whisperbloom." I hurried and relayed the information to Ethan, who agreed to look into it immediately. "And how do you know that's what I have?" I asked, still a little foggy on the details.

An unnatural being is in with me. All my instincts were screaming that something was horribly amiss. I made the turn, my boots making a mere whisper against the floorboards. The packhouse was too quiet. Hailey's warriors were on high alert, but even they couldn't sense what I could. Because this wasn't an enemy within our walls. This was something otherworldly. And then—I heard it. A whisper. A soft, mocking voice. "Did you miss me?" I whirled around, my dagger already at the ready—only to stop when I saw it.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Hera said, stomping on Amethyst's words. "How is…this a vision? My horns are…?" "Not there? It seems like you have fallen in love with them. Well…in my world, your other identity doesn't dare to show up." Once again, Hera intruded into Amethyst's words and chuckled. "This vision? It wasn't my intention to send it to you, but since everything is written in the Book of Spells, I am forced to send it to you!" Mother Of Whispers explained, wearing a smile that dangled across her face — hands were waving around, pointing at nothing that surrounded them.

"Just stay calm and give me a minute." She shut the door to the basement and went to the equipment room's door. She took the brown paper out of her pocket and began chanting the spell. Everyone in the room looked at each other confusedly, though they didn't dare interrupt her. Her eyes were closed, hands raised, as she concentrated and repeated the incomprehensible words. There was pin-drop silence as everyone waited in anticipation. They could feel Willow's aura exuding power. In the next second, she opened her eyes. Her hand reached the doorknob. She hesitated before twisting it. On the other side the streets of Hieroland, hustling and bustling, and birds flying in the blue sky, came into

Ember is immediately terrified and clings to me. “What the hell was that?” “Yokai!” Ember screams. What the fuck is a Yokai? *Ember* I cling to Damian as I get an overwhelming sense that there's a spirit here. And it is not a happy one. I look around and see the Yokai in the river. It has its arms crossed and looks pissed.

The torches flickered wildly. And a whisper slid through the room like someone breathing in my ear. Not human. Not wolf. Something older. Something dark. Clara grabbed her dagger. Ben raised his spear. Jake’s shoulders tensed visibly. I stood slowly, one hand on my belly, the other on Lucas’s chest. “Who is here?” I said quietly into the air. The whisper grew louder. Words formed, chilling the back of my neck. Soon. Clara jerked. “What was that?”

The air slams forward like a wave. The servant is hurled backward into the wall with a crack. She collapses, twitching. The shadows writhe. The Veil shivers. I stand shaking, breathing hard, staring at my own hand like it belongs to someone else. “What…” I whisper. My wolf is fierce, triumphant. You are not nothing. The servant girl’s body jerks again. Her mouth opens— And the Witch’s voice pours out one last time, amused and hungry. “This was only a whisper, Elara.”