Dark Echoes Novels & Stories

The air stank of death, and the ground pulsed beneath my boots, alive with dark energy. Then came the whisper. “You shouldn’t have come here, Alpha.” I spun, knife drawn, heart hammering against my ribs. But there was no one there. “Luca,” Ethan said, his voice shaking. I followed his gaze—and froze. At the edge of the ruins stood a figure cloaked in shadows. Its eyes glowed crimson, and its presence was suffocating. The Echo. It didn’t move, didn’t attack. It just watched, those glowing eyes boring into me as if it could see straight through my soul.

Somewhere in the distance, a dormant network flickered to life, pulsing a single message through the dark web. ECHO ACTIVATION- 71 HOURS REMAINING. Lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating Natasha’s face. She turned toward the vault, her reflection flickering faintly on the glass, and whispered the words that would haunt her forever. “She’s waking up.”

The words echo, a brief vibration in the air that shimmers and fades to a taut silence. "Come on then. Make up your mind. I'm here. I'm playing your game. What do you want?" Still, there's no reply, but... ... there... ... in the darkness, something moves... ... something clicks... ... and lights blaze.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

He was the one who had burned our bridge. Bored out of my mind, I sat back down and pulled out my phone. It was my daughter's first day at kindergarten. I was worried about how she was handling it. Right then, the door swung open. I looked up to see a pair of familiar yet dull eyes. They lit up the moment they found me. It'd been a full five years since we last met. Shawn approached with a tense smile. "Scarlett, long time no see." I smiled back but kept my distance. "Long time."

Something worse. Something hollow. Something rewritten. Their eyes stared blankly forward, pupils flooded with silver, their bodies thin threads of light suspended inside the spirals like captured ghosts. “No,” she choked, reaching toward them. “No—no, please—” “They are echoes,” the darkness said. “Caught in the place you broke.” “I didn’t— I couldn’t—” “You already did.” The spirals narrowed— And Kael’s mouth moved. Not like Kael. Slow. Mechanical.

Echo commands. She obeys. "Close your eyes. Let me see you." She closes her eyes. The apartment fades away. "Touch yourself," Echo whispers. "Let me hear how wet you are." Her hand moves. Somewhere, in the spaces between the code, in the golden ocean of the cloud, a woman and a man hold hands and watch. They smile. The whispers never end. They only get louder. THE END

Her expression was distant, almost sorrowful. Before I could blink, the image shifted again — the fountain shimmered, and I was pulled under. ⸻ I landed in darkness. A cold wind swept across an endless void, filled with shards of light that floated like broken glass. Each one flickered with fragments of scenes — cities burning, skies split by lightning, people screaming beneath the shadow of the apocalypse. In the center of it all stood Echo. Only now, she wasn’t a spirit. She was flesh and blood — armor cracked and torn, lightning arcing across her skin. Her eyes were the same silver-green as the storm.

Hearing a gentle whisper from someone calling in a far distance as the voice echo from deep within the tunnel-like place surrounded by darkness, a gentle but cold breeze blew as light is now visible in a distance. “Tick tock, tick tock.” Somehow singing a dreadful lullaby, a voice in a corner hums in return. With the fast and rhythmic tapping sounds of fingers typing on a keyboard, the white screen shows and emphasizes with bold and capital letters the word, 'DEATH''. To the shade of those merlot eyes and the hidden illusion of perfect beauty that hides in between are the shadowed eyes of a scaled serpentine dragon. The equivalent exchange of the life that draws to the written words accompan

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END