Echoes Of The Dead Novels & Stories

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

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

She prayed Mike wouldn't see the faint tremble in her hands or the fear lurking behind her eyes. "So...what questions do you want to ask me?" Mike's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for any hint of familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny, and he struggled to reconcile his emotions. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her, to hug her tightly and cry on her shoulder. The ache of missing his late girlfriend, May, felt like a fresh wound.

“Tell me, Emmet, do you think Callum will ever wake up?” "No, Eloise." I glanced at the man in the distance, painting my image on the canvas, and smiled as I spoke. “From now on, I don’t need to hear any more news about him. I’ve found my happiness again.”

Then the sky screamed. A roar—not sounding like a werewolf neither like a wild beast—ripped through the air like lightning made sound. The path in front of us shattered, and from the fractured starlight crawled creatures of nothing. Their bodies were black static. Their eyes burned like dying comets. They had no mouths, but I could hear them breathing inside my mind. “They’re not real,” I whispered. “They’re just memories. Right?” “They’re real enough to kill us,” Tamar replied, already casting a circle of light around himself.

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.

I instructed the dead, who glided towards the battle that had come into view. Watching as they moved through the soldiers like a sweeping wind, leaving a pile of carnage in their wake. Once an echo touched or went through a soldier, killing him – that echo would vaporize, his work - done. It seemed they could not hold onto their form in this plane for long after taking a life. Their energy used - they would return from whence they came.

Memory's Depths As they sank more into the forgotten depths under the destroyed Empire, the darkness engulfed them. The sound grew louder in the little hallway as Zara's every foot reverberated against the chilly stone walls. The still air pressed down on her chest, making her breathe in quick, shallow gasps. The dim glow from the phosphorescent stone walls was the tunnel's only source of light, creating strange shadows that moved and flickered with every shift.

​"Leo..." ​The surrounding noise of the night seemed to fade into absolute silence. The muffled, heavy thud of the club music behind the metal doors, the groans of the four men bleeding out on the wet pavement, the quiet drip of rain falling off the brick walls—it all died away. The entire world shrank down to just the two of them standing under the flickering yellow streetlight. ​They simply stared at each other for a full, agonizing minute. Neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to breathe.