The Whispering Lantern - Joyce Foesenek - Wattpad

Story cover for The Whispering Lantern by JoyceFoesenek

The Whispering Lantern

Reads 6
Votes 0
Parts 4
Time 14m

Reads 6
Votes 0
Parts 4
Time 14m

There are places in the world where magic still breathes-quiet, hidden corners where the trees whisper secrets and the air shimmers with ancient memories. Most people pass by without noticing, their minds too full of ordinary thoughts to sense anything extraordinary.

But Lina Ashwhistle was not like most people.

Though she didn't know it yet, magic had been waiting for her-watching, listening, and gathering around her like a patient shadow. In the kingdom of Eldergrove, where enchanted forests brushed against sleepy villages, a single spark could change the fate of all who lived there.

And one night, in a dusty attic filled with forgotten relics and half-remembered dreams, Lina found the spark that would change everything: a lantern carved with runes that whispered her name.

From that moment on, destiny stirred.

The lantern would guide her into the heart of a long-buried secret, awaken powers she never imagined, and unravel truths that the oldest wizards feared to speak aloud.

This is the story of a girl chosen by a forgotten light-
a story of courage, magic, and the truth that can reshape a kingdom.All Rights Reserved

Table of contents

4 parts

Sign up to add The Whispering Lantern to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

Queen of Silence and Ruin by mmaesmith

High in a castle, where the walls never remember warmth, there is a room not spoken of. It sits behind velvet drapes and locked doors, tucked between the west tower and the chapel that hasn't known prayer in decades. No one goes there now. Not the maids. Not the priests. Not even the king. But once, there was a secret kept there. She was born with quiet in her bones, a child spun from porcelain and bloodline. Promised before her first breath, bartered before she could speak. They raised her in silence, trained her in fear. She learned early that disobedience was louder than screams. That beauty meant stillness. That girls who wanted anything burned. She was a perfect pupil. The governess fed her manners with a silver spoon. The priest taught her to fold her hands, never her spine. The tutor, he taught her to fear her own voice. They called her Little Dove. Not because she was sweet, but because she was caged. Wings clipped before she ever flew. She was taught to listen, never ask. To smile, never speak. To suffer, and never let it show. But secrets rot in silence. And even a dove, locked long enough in the dark, learns to bite. They never noticed when she stopped blinking. Never felt the moment the stillness turned inward sharp, feral, waiting. By the time they betrothed her to a man three times her age, it was already too late. She had begun to remember her name. And one day soon, the castle would remember her too, not as the girl they silenced, but as the woman who made the walls bleed for ever daring to forget her.

The Story of Midnight by Silverwynd

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍, The Vampire Diaries by axgelpetrova

"Some love stories end in blood. This one never ended at all." ⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧ She was born with a purpose. She just didn't choose it. Fable thought she was safe. But when memories that aren't hers begin to surface, a spirit coming back to reclaim what was hers. a powerful witch who defied the Original vampires a thousand years ago. As Fable is pulled deeper into the orbit of Klaus Mikaelson and his fractured family, the line between past and present begins to fracture. And the men who once loved Sable, Klaus and his brother Caelan, circle her again, each with their own secrets and sins. One wants redemption. One wants control. And one may have betrayed Sable to her death. Because if Sable returns fully... the Originals won't be the only ones who fall. ♡︎ by axgelpetrova

Unbound Relic by BibliophilePisces

They chained her underground for a thousand years. Waking up was never part of the plan. She was the kingdom of Aethermoor's most dangerous secret-a girl with power so catastrophic that the Seven Throne Council chose eternal imprisonment over execution. Bound in unbreakable chains and sealed beneath cursed earth, her name was erased from history. For a thousand years, she slept in darkness. Then she woke up in a high school classroom. The chains are gone. Her magical world is gone. Instead, she finds herself trapped in the body of Ione Castellan, a seventeen-year-old loner who died four days ago. The face staring back at her in the mirror is foreign-soft ash-gray hair and gentle doe-like eyes in a striking jeweled lilac shade. This fragile body feels nothing like the warrior she once was. This world has no magic. But it has something worse: monsters that look human. Through Ione's fractured memories, she learns about Ashcroft-a city drowning in unsolved murders and serial killings. Bodies appear in alleyways carved with symbols she recognizes. Ancient symbols. From her world. Navigating high school is bewildering enough-what is "Wi-Fi"? Why do people stare at glowing rectangles all day?-but her old powers are awakening, causing lights to flicker and electronics to explode when her emotions spike. Worse, she's seeing things others can't: shadows that move with intent, and runes that shouldn't exist in this magic-less world. In a city of serial killers and ancient magic, the girl who should have stayed buried might be the only one who can stop what's coming.

Sword of the Heart ~ Knight x Princess by twilighttanya

Knight x Princess In a kingdom ruled by fear and tradition, lies a knight and a princess. A knight, cloaked in armor and rumor, wearing a mask that hides a soul weighed down by sorrow and hatred. A princess, being swallowed by expectation, overlooked by those too loud to notice her pain. When fate binds them in an arranged marriage neither of them chose, it is meant to be a sentence. A punishment for her, a strategy for him. But behind guarded eyes and sharp silences, something begins to stir. He sees the quiet fire in her that no one else bothered to notice. She sees the man behind the blade, the one who bleeds and the one who hides. In stolen glances. In late-night conversations and lingering silences. She begins to see the man beneath the steel. He begins to hear the voice behind her silence. But love is dangerous in a world like theirs. Because secrets are buried deep within the castle walls. And neither of them truly knows the other's past... or what their union is truly meant to ignite. He was forged to destroy. She was taught to endure. Together, they may either save a kingdom...or burn it to ash. When sword meets silence, when fear meets fury... what will be born of it? What destiny awaits when the fearsome knight's fury meets the silent strength of the quiet princess? Together, can they rewrite the fate that neither could face alone? *note~i do not own any pictures/images that are uploaded throughout the entirety of this book...all rights go to the rightful owners*

The Life The Villainess Left Me by MyreneStories

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: harry potter by vvronii

"𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑼𝑺..." "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑩𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺." She was born of a bargain, stitched from starlight and ruin, the last gift of a dying son to a goddess who loved thresholds more than mercy. 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 entered the world with silver eyes that remembered every grave, golden hair that shimmered like a crown too heavy for any child, and a silence that unsettled even the house that raised her. The Blacks bred tempests, and she was a storm disguised as grace. Though long before her first breath, the constellations had written her fate. They named her for dawn yet clothed her in dusk, promising her to the boy who bore lightning in his scar. 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑-child of prophecy, boy marked by fate for death, the lamb to be slaughter and sacrificed. They found each other in corridors steeped in omen, their eyes meeting as if they had done so for centuries. His sorrow recognized her fury; her tenderness understood his ruin. Their love was not a choice but an inheritance, whispered by the heavens, sealed in the marrow of their bones. The world stood against them. As bloodlines demanded obedience, gods demanded payment, destiny demanded separation. Yet together they moved toward each other as planets do, colliding though they knew it would shatter the sky. Their love was no sanctuary. It was a doom both holy and profane, a sacrament carved into the stars with the same hand that wrote death.

Daughter Of Fire And Memory by ashichikaaaa

She woke up with no memories, only a name that felt too heavy for her skin - Zeyrienne Ashveil. Velmora was supposed to help her heal. But instead, it whispered. Watched. Waited. Then one night, she followed the pull of something ancient... And found a garden no one else remembered - a place where time trembled, and flowers bloomed like secrets. Ever since then, the fire in her veins hasn't stopped humming. The marks on her skin won't stop glowing. And the world she thought she belonged to... might not survive what's waking inside her. Because power forgotten is one thing. But power that remembers? That chooses you back? That changes everything.

The Skylords by fantasylover999

[COMPLETED] An ordinary girl living an ordinary life is plunged into a world she has never known was real. Her world is falling apart and she and only a minor few can save it from being overrun. In this story the girl encounters things she has never imagined and discovers secrets about her families past. She must help save the world before its too late. • I would really appreciate feedback so I can improve my writing.

The Encounter by ravenwood666may

She thought she knew human history and that she understood the world she came from but one magical encounter made her believe that she didn't know anything. The encounter helped her learn about magic, powers and the struggle between good and evil. It changed her into a completely different person. The encounter changed her life completely and she will never forget it, no one will ever forget what happened next. I made the cover using the apps available in Canva. Disclaimer I do not own any of the pictures used in the chapters.

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

Queen of Silence and Ruin cover

The Story of Midnight cover

𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍, The Vampire Diaries cover

Unbound Relic cover

Sword of the Heart ~ Knight x Princess cover

The Life The Villainess Left Me cover

𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: harry potter cover

Daughter Of Fire And Memory cover

The Skylords cover

The Encounter cover

Queen of Silence and Ruin

High in a castle, where the walls never remember warmth, there is a room not spoken of. It sits behind velvet drapes and locked doors, tucked between the west tower and the chapel that hasn't known prayer in decades. No one goes there now. Not the maids. Not the priests. Not even the king. But once, there was a secret kept there. She was born with quiet in her bones, a child spun from porcelain and bloodline. Promised before her first breath, bartered before she could speak. They raised her in silence, trained her in fear. She learned early that disobedience was louder than screams. That beauty meant stillness. That girls who wanted anything burned. She was a perfect pupil. The governess fed her manners with a silver spoon. The priest taught her to fold her hands, never her spine. The tutor, he taught her to fear her own voice. They called her Little Dove. Not because she was sweet, but because she was caged. Wings clipped before she ever flew. She was taught to listen, never ask. To smile, never speak. To suffer, and never let it show. But secrets rot in silence. And even a dove, locked long enough in the dark, learns to bite. They never noticed when she stopped blinking. Never felt the moment the stillness turned inward sharp, feral, waiting. By the time they betrothed her to a man three times her age, it was already too late. She had begun to remember her name. And one day soon, the castle would remember her too, not as the girl they silenced, but as the woman who made the walls bleed for ever daring to forget her.