Dark Echoes Novels & Stories

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

Total silence. Damian looked up. “Did it work?” Eli opened his mouth to answer—but before he could, every nearby speaker, every shard of glass, every metallic surface began to vibrate softly. And from all of them came a single line, calm and eerily familiar: “You can’t mute a voice that lives inside its echo.” The tower’s lights went dark again. Eli swallowed hard. “Tell me that was a recording.” Damian stood slowly, eyes unfocused. “It wasn’t.”

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

The sound is unbearable—a symphony of breaking glass mixed with voices that bleed into one another until I can't tell where one Selene ends and another begins. My feet leave the ground. We all rise, pulled by invisible threads toward something that shouldn't exist—a place I've only heard whispered about in the darkest corners of lunar prophecy. “The Throat of Echoes.’ The legendary graveyard where broken selves go to scream their final truths before silence swallows them whole.

she said, her voice low, “this isn’t something you should be digging into. Soul Echo doesn’t exist anymore. It’s dangerous.” Her words caused a chill to race down my spine, but I held my ground, meeting her gaze with determination. “Why? What’s dangerous about it?” The healer hesitated, glancing around nervously. “You don’t understand. Soul Echo... it’s not just about feeling someone else’s pain. It’s transferring it. The person who experiences it, the person will feel the pain as if it’s your own. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps coming if you allow yourself to feel it, as if you’re drowning in it. The longer you’re connected, the more it bleeds into your soul. Some people... they never

It had been months since the night Victoria Walker disappeared into the black liquid, and Elias Thorne’s ghost became something far more dangerous. The thing now called the Collective Echo was locked deep inside the secure facility. They’d built a special chamber for it; a cage within a cage, wrapped in exotic metals and lined with electromagnetic pulses designed to keep it quiet. Still, even in its silence, the Echo didn’t feel dormant. It gave off a strange, low hum like it was breathing.

The forest parted for me that night Not with fear With recognition As if it remembered who I was before even I did The deeper I walked, the quieter the world became Until there was nothing And then, on the horizon The cathedral of echo waited Its doors pulsing with silver light

It wasn’t physical—it was musical. The melody of the world stuttered, as if two tones had struck at once and refused to resolve. And then she heard it—a hum beneath the harmony, low and wrong. An Echo stepped from the shadows of the valley. Unlike the others, its body was jagged, fragmented, edges flickering like broken glass. Its voice rasped through the air, discordant and sharp. > You let us live, it said, but you forgot what silence means. The ground trembled. Rivers rippled backward for a heartbeat.

“You were searching for answers. You never meant for any of this to happen. Don’t carry this alone.” His embrace was warm, steady. I didn’t realize when the tears finally lulled me into sleep. In my dreams, I stood in a meadow, bathed in light. But beyond it, the edge of the forest was pitch-black. A deep, unsettling darkness loomed silent except for the sound of my own breath. And then eyes. Crimson and primal, burning through the shadows. A chill ran down my spine. “You think defeating Lena was the end?” The voice was distorted, corrupted ,croaking and ancient. It echoed through the meadow like a warning.