Whisper Eyes Novels & Stories

Nola Reynolds “What am I to do with you, Nola?” The Werewolf Lycan whispered, his almond-shaped eyes were sad and downturned when I managed to uncross my eyes and focus them on his. My head burned where his hand cradled it and I felt the muscles of my eyes sag as the dark called me again, this time I let it take me, hearing my mother’s singing from somewhere in the distance. # Ugh! Where was I? Tiny sparks went through my shuttered eyelids as I tried to keep them shut before a needly voice suddenly interrupted.

My eyes darted around the room, searching for the source as if I would be transported to an alternative reality, in order to find my whisperer partner. Then the next whisper was casual, boring a command in it. “Close your eyes and connect with me. I’m just one step away from you.” There was a strong persuasion this time, which compelled me to comply with her order, my eyes closed on their own. Taking deep breaths, I prepared myself for another show as the immortal part of my soul was clearly a distraction. “You must be a wolf-like creature as others say, my buddy. Please come to me as I have no idea about this fuck!”

Rose watched her reflection in the mirror. She admired those high, full breasts of hers, her well-shaped form, especially how slender her waist was at the middle, and the perfect features of her face, and she agreed that she was indeed beautiful. She turned away from the mirror in time to catch Kathryn...no Kathryn's whisper staring at her with its translucent form, and she ignored it. Mirrors never reflected whispers, and that's why she hadn't seen it. Mirrors were flawless creations of humans that revealed so much, but never showed what was important. The human eyes couldn't see them. Only whispers saw whispers. The sea though was a perfect mirror for them. But who was daring enough to fal