Echoes From The Past Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This holds the origins of Eclisia, the prophecy, and the tale of the pendant." Hesitating for a moment, I reached out and touched the tome. It felt warm, pulsating with an energy that seemed to resonate with my very being. Richard's voice echoed in my mind, *"We're ready. Together."* Taking a deep breath, I opened the book. Images, sounds, and emotions washed over me. Scenes of a world long forgotten, of love and betrayal, power and sacrifice, played out. Lysandra narrated, "Centuries ago, Eclisia was a realm where time itself danced to the whims of its inhabitants. But with great power came great envy."

One night, after the rain had passed and the sky smelled like soil and newness, I opened the first page. And I read until morning. Excerpt – Letters I Never Sent I was never lost. Just waiting to be remembered. By the people who whispered my name into fig trees. By the voices that left cassette tapes in kitchens. By the strangers who became family through pages. This is my story. And I’m not asking for silence anymore. I’m asking for echo.

ARIA. The chime of my phone pulled my attention away from the book Cleo had given me about gifted werewolves and how to harness those gifts. It was positively fascinating. Plus, I loved adding additional fun facts to my knowledge bank. My eyes were heavy from reading, but the sound snapped me back into focus.

THE END Thank you for reading Book 1 If you would like to listen to the playlist of *The Shattered Series*, please click here. In the next chapter book 2 *ZANE* begins.

"Don't ever enter my study again. You're not allowed to touch anything in my room again!" Back then, Liam had spoken to me with a dark expression on his face. Yet, when he turned to hold up the crystal ball, his eyes had been filled with infinite tenderness. He'd shoved me to the floor. When I looked up at him, I unintentionally caught sight of the inscription carved into the base of the crystal ball—"From: Vivi". I thought back to the rather platonic love that Liam and I had shared over the past six years. Liam would say he liked me very much every time, but he would only ever go as far as staring at my lips and holding my hand.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

Nichola’s pov.. The loud crash jolted Nicholas awake. He sat up in bed, heart pounding, and glanced at the clock: 3:00 AM. Groaning, he threw off the covers and stumbled out of bed. The noise had come from downstairs, from the direction of the mansion's grand hall. I crept down the hallway, the old wooden floorboards creaking beneath my feet. As I neared the hall, I could hear frantic shouting. "Dad?" I called out, my voice barely a whisper.

Just because someone let you follow them, you called them home? "Now that I don't want you anymore, does that mean you have no home?" I met his gaze, but there was nothing left in his eyes except amusement. The Zeke who once loved me had drowned in the storm a week ago. Brooke laughed as well while the people around us watched with a mix of pity and mockery. "Look at you, Heidi Yates. You charged headfirst into love, thinking your devotion would be enough. And now, your reward is public humiliation." I laughed at myself.

Alaric closed his eyes. Tears slipped down his face. Because that sentence explained everything. The waiting. The stories. The lanterns. The roads. Someone had remained. Someone had remembered. Someone had protected the possibility of reunion. The voice continued. Gentle. Proud. Hopeful. > And now you are here. The countless lanterns brightened. One by one. Then hundreds. Then thousands. Then millions. The Chamber of Echoes became a galaxy of light. Every story shining. Every memory glowing.