Echidna Rezero Novels & Stories

Rebeca shouted looking at Xander, “Xander, handle Armaros. I have to help Hazel in healing. She has blacked out.” “No worries. You go see her. I am here for him,” Xander replied while running to stop Armaros. Xander pounced on Armaros. He let his sharp teeth dig deep into his shoulder. At the very next moment, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. Soon my body started to move again like before. I saw Rebeca was sitting kneeling next to me pressing her hands on my wounds and the green light was reflecting from her hands. I started feeling normal again. There was no pain or numbness. I immediately sat up and thanked Rebeca. Nodding her head, Rebeca was about to say something, but a dark ball hit

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five

It was just waiting for a decision. Pim stared at the icon. It didn't offer power. It didn't offer money. It simply displayed a single, taunting question: INITIATE RESTART? Chalida leaned in, her eyes wide, the hunger for the "rush" flaring up behind her pupils once more. "Pim," she breathed, her voice trembling. "That’s the core. It’s the original set. We could rewrite the parameters. We could… we could fix everything this time."

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

"I don't think you want to experience being gutted alive a second time." In that instant, her face and the face from my previous life became one. I looked into those merciless eyes, and my heart lurched with panic. She had been reborn too. The memory of that unbearable agony flooded back, and my whole body began to shake. "I'll sign," I said, my voice trembling. I held out my uninjured left hand. Senna smiled with satisfaction and pressed a pen between my fingers. Blood dripped onto the paper and spread in dark blooms as I scrawled my name in shaking, crooked letters. On the final stroke, I deliberately tore through the page.

“A friend of mine who works at another company told me about their new project. It hasn’t been announced yet, but it’s big.” His brow arched, and he crossed his arms, intrigued. “What kind of project? How’d you hear about it?” I leaned back in my chair, meeting his gaze. “Her name’s Lila. She’s in R&D at a tech start up company called EvoSphere. They’re working on something called Project Nexus, an AI-powered, self-sustaining smart city. It’s eco-friendly, ultra-modern, a solution to urban overpopulation and pollution. Think of it as a high-tech estate, fully automated, with AI managing everything from energy to traffic.”

A secret path through the frost-silver trees, cloaked by enchantment and shadow. The path led to a clearing long forgotten by the rest of the world. Twelve skulls—snow-white and wolf-boned—circled a silver tree with bark like light and leaves like night. This was where she found her. Mother Noira. The pack witch. The Shaman of the White Wolves. Her skin was the color of storm clouds, her eyes blind but glowing with thin threads of violet. Runes were carved into her flesh, old magic pulsing from her bones like breath.

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"

I feel a powerful surge of energy coursing through me, and I realize that Liam is using his powers again. Yes-yes-yes! The ground beneath our feet begins to tremble, and I see vines and roots start to grow from the earth, wrapping themselves around the zombie dragon’s legs. It roars and flails, but the vines hold it tight, and Liam and I seize the opportunity to strike back. With a final, coordinated effort, we both lunge forward with all our might, plunging our claws deep into the zombie dragon’s heart. It shrieks in agony, thrashing wildly, but it’s too late. Liam and I have dealt the killing blow.

He just came back from training, and now he's a Zeta? Here in the Crimson Pack, there are different ranks of warriors. "Epilson" they are the leader of the warrior. They are responsible for the safety and well-being of the pack. As far as I know, there are four Epilson here in Crimson, one who was responsible in the northern part of the pack, another one in the southern region, then in the eastern and western part. "Zeta" was the lead warrior. They manage the lowest rank of the warrior, which is the "Eta." So, Epilson, Zeta, and Eta were the rank of warriors here in the Crimson Pack.