Echoes Novel Novels & Stories

Clearly, someone was there often to maintain it. She did not forget to bring Dash along. She forced him to kneel and slammed his head on the ground repeatedly. "You owe him this!" Dash cried uncontrollably. In the rain-soaked night, the scene felt eerie and distorted. I stood in the distance watching the entire scene unfold. Somehow, Gemma seemed to sense where I was. She turned around and spotted me, gently calling me over. Dash's head had split open. Blood was streaming down his face. Gemma stood a short distance away, rain running down her face.

“Anyway, let's not focus on that, put it out of your mind. We are getting late, we have to leave for work now. I nodded my head in agreement, but you could clearly see from my expression that I wasn't over it yet. I slowly got up from the chair and proceeded so I could get ready to leave for work. ********************** Later that night, it was a reminder of all the nights that had come before. It was filled with the same old sounds and shadows. It brought back memories I thought I had forgotten and stirred up emotions I had been trying to suppress. “Hello sweetheart, please let's talk”, these words kept playing in my ears like an echo that refused to fade. It was like a gentle breeze that r

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

When the fifteen-year-old Pierse made that promise, those very words came back like a bullet—hitting the twenty-eight-year-old Pierse right between the eyes. (The End)

For a minute, there was stillness, followed by a slow, deliberate tap on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. The boom echoed through the building, each stronger than the last. Alexander shared a glance with Clara, who shook her head. “It’s not Lucian’s style,” she mumbled. “This feels… different.” The door got open. A person stepped inside, wet from the rain. The faint light caught the unmistakable sparkle of green eyes. “Did you think you could hide from me?” The voice was silky, oozing with humour and threat.

I gazed out at the drifting white clouds, exhaled deeply, and let myself relax into the seat. There was no need to question a relationship that had turned sour. The only answer is to stop the damage in time. I was sure that a bright future and picturesque horizon awaited me. I was pulling my luggage toward the airport exit at Azure City when suddenly someone pulled at my suitcase. Aunt Janice and James had materialized beside me. I had not seen both in such a long time. They were smiling at me. "What were you thinking, Eloise? We called you several times and you didn't respond," Aunt Janice playfully chided me.

The Echoes of Gabriel Writer’s POV The soft murmur of Noah’s voice, a single, fragile "Mom?" resonated through the Thorne estate like a tuning fork, disrupting the carefully orchestrated silence Wren had imposed. It was a defiant whisper against the cold, digital hum of the Echo Protocol, a testament to a bond Wren had meticulously tried to sever. For Iris, it was a lifeline; for Callum, a surge of desperate hope; for Camilla and Lia, a brief, exultant flash in the relentless battle against Wren’s code.

Cecilia hugged me and said comfortingly, "Alright. Let's not think about such depressing things anymore now that you're home. It's just a diamond necklace. I'll buy you a few more accessories tomorrow, enough that you can just wear a different one every day." I burst into laughter, the sadness that I'd felt from ruminating on the past had washed away slightly. I had a good sleep that night. ... The next day, I suddenly received a bunch of missed calls from an unknown number. I had a habit of turning on airplane mode when I slept. The moment I turned it off, I started hearing notification sounds for over 99 missed calls. A second later, my phone rang, and I tentatively chose to answer the cal

A bottomless, hollow sorrow welled up inside me. Oh, Alexander. You look so pathetic, drowning in your own lies. That night, three years ago, as you were boarding your private jet with Oliver, I was chained in a damp, dark basement. Vivian's five rogues circled me. One of them was slowly, meticulously, carving the Luna tattoo from the back of my neck with a silver knife. "Heard the Luna loves her little pup," the lead rogue sneered, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Too bad. Can't even save herself, let alone her daughter."

And even now, as I stand in the quiet aftermath once again — another husband gone, another chapter ended — I remind myself of one thing: I’ve lost everything before. And I still found a way to rise. And so, before the storm — before heartbreak, loss, and the long road that would shape the rest of my life — there was light. There was laughter echoing down dirt roads, Sunday dinners that stretched late into the night, and the kind of childhood that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. Before the pain, there was peace. Before the scars, there was innocence. This is where my story truly begins.