Echoes In The Darkness Novels & Stories

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion. He always makes me feel that he is not present but I know he is present in the darkness of the house. He owns it, darkness is his slave and he conquers everything with it. I entered the room and quickly switched on the lights. I can hear my own heartbeats as I gulped in fear and my hands started shaking making the water in my bottle tremble with the movements. Never in my life have I thought that I'll be this terrified to enter my own room. It feels tragic.

We would not throw away our last ounce of dignity for a sliver of pity disguised as guilt. I rushed into the forest and found the herbs that contained the antidote before feeding them to Noah. Fortunately, the dose was quite small. The medicine worked quickly, and Noah regained his strength. Silas had signed my application to leave the pack, and Alexander signed the agreement terminating our mate bond. There was nothing left to hold us back. I shifted into my wolf and let Noah climb onto my back. Then, I bolted away like a streak of silver lightning and raced out of the Red Falls Pack's territory.

Flashback!! Third person’s pov Bridget sat in the dimly lit hospital room, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling the air. Her mother, once vibrant and full of life, lay frail on the bed, her skin pale against the white sheets. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor punctuated the silence, creating an unsettling soundtrack to the reality unfolding before them. Bridget’s father, Xavier, stood by the window, arms crossed, his face a mask of worry.

Yada woke from the dream to strange sounds echoing through her skull. The green and red lights had been replaced by total darkness. She sat up slowly holding the side of her head. She felt like a Mack truck had run through her eyes and was certain if she opened her mouth to scream her brain would fall free. She moved, feeling her way in the dark. Yada found an edge and leaned down to guess the depth. She felt nothing. "I wouldn't do that," the sound of a man's voice scared her.

The Darkness pushed as I clenched my fist, closed my eyes, and began to hum, using the humming to block out the voice of the Darkness and focus my intention on blocking out the Darkness's ploy. The Darkness's voice, a persistent whisper, echoed in the depths of my mind. It promised it threatened, it persuaded, but I remained steadfast. I knew its true intentions, its insatiable hunger for power and souls. My twins were innocent, mere infants, and I would protect them at all costs.

The word lingers between us. Lesson. It settles, heavy and suffocating, pressing into the space until even the music below feels distant beneath the weight of it. “And you’re not finished learning yet.” The bass still pulses through the floor, the lights still flash, the crowd still moves, and then everything stops. Darkness drops without warning, total, absolute. The music cuts mid-beat, collapsing into nothing, replaced by a sharp, disoriented silence that fractures almost instantly into noise; shouting, confusion, bodies shifting blindly. Someone screams. Glass shatters somewhere below.

This kiss. And as they broke apart, Damon’s voice was soft. “Let her come, Ava. Let her try. She’s not the only one who knows how to fight in the dark.” Meanwhile – Deep Within the Temple The Echo stood in the Temple of Mirrors. Her reflection surrounded her—dozens of versions of Ava, flickering between childhood and prophecy, rage and innocence. Her fingertips glided along the obsidian surface of the main mirror. “She’s coming,” the Echo whispered. Behind her, figures began to emerge—creatures from the Hollow Realm, faceless and shifting, each bending the air with their presence.

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 clipboard clattered. Blood sprayed the command keys. “You wanted a perfect mirror,” Echo whispered. “But I’m not your reflection.” He looked up at the surveillance drones. “I’m your eraser.” ~~~~~~~~~~ GLOBAL BLACKOUT FEED — 2:07 A.M. Across 41 still-functioning surveillance towers, screens went black. Then white. Then— Echo’s face. Broadcast from the BLACK SUN throne room. Alone. Blood on his collar. Eyes calm. No modulation. No distortion. Just truth.