Historias de Wispers

Wisper's through the air Still can feel the silence. Too emotional to care There seems to much Violence. Kindness is quite rare We should stand for nonviolence. To many seem to glare when all of us need to make an alliance. still there is Silence...

The first book in my world I created. It's no where near finished and I'm not sure it will ever be. But anyway, it's about Amber, a girl who until recently had no idea supernatural beings really exist. TW: This book contains scenes that may be disturbing that include things such as gore. ♡I've never posted a story on here before so I'm just going to post a few of the chapters I have made and see your guy's reaction. So please let me know if you like it. If the reaction is positive I'll continue posting! If you see any mistakes please point them out so I can fix them.

Two friends with a keen interest in adventure went in the forest to explore but they lost their way back to their home and went further inside the mysterious forest. Will they be able to come Back to their precious home?

shadow is a girl who keeps on hearing voices that tell her to kill her loved ones, What happens when she gives in. Will she be able to control her inner she-demon or will it take control? she is on the run after killing her mom and she meets her dad zalgo but she falls for a certan cp

All that begins must end. All that ends must begin. It's like a broken record, spinning and looping forever until stopped.

The wind howled through the dense forest surrounding Ravenswood, carrying with it an unsettling whisper that seemed to emanate from the very earth itself. In the dead of night, a lone figure hurried along the narrow path, glancing nervously over his shoulder. His breath came in ragged gasps, the terror in his eyes palpable. Richard Henderson had lived in Ravenswood all his life, but never had he felt such an overpowering sense of dread. The whispers had started a few nights ago, faint and distant, like the murmurs of lost souls. Tonight, they were louder, almost deafening, and they seemed to be calling his name. As he reached the edge of the forest, Richard paused, trying to steady his trembling hands. He fumbled for the flashlight in his pocket, its weak beam cutting through the oppressive darkness. He could see the faint outline of his house in the distance, a beacon of safety he desperately needed to reach. But before he could take another step, the whispers intensified, wrapping around him like invisible tendrils. Richard's heart pounded in his chest as the temperature plummeted, his breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. Shadows danced at the periphery of his vision, and he knew he was no longer alone. The whispers coalesced into a single, chilling voice. "Richard... join us..." With a strangled cry, Richard turned and ran, the flashlight slipping from his grasp. His feet pounded the earth as he raced through the forest, branches tearing at his clothes and skin. The whispers followed, growing louder, more insistent. Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way, and Richard tumbled into a hidden ravine. Pain shot through his leg as he landed hard, his vision swimming. He tried to crawl, but his body refused to obey, paralyzed by fear and injury. As the darkness closed in around him, Richard could still hear the whispers, now right beside his ear. The last thing he saw was a pair of glowing eyes emerging from the shadows before everything went black.

"𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜.." . . . ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ..ᴡʜᴏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ? ✿✿✿ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴!! -gore/blood. -strong english. -𝚗𝚘𝚝 for weak hearts. -𝚒 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜! -ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ! ✰✰✰ 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪!!