No Echoes Novels & Stories

After two seconds, voices followed. Jane Jane Tension lurked within Eric. That was weird. Why does his voice echo two seconds behind? Eric wasn’t the only one who was curious about this. On the other side of the forest, Lance also wondered about the mystery of the echoes. “Jane! Jane!” Lance shouted. Two seconds after, an echo followed. Jane Jane Lance turned pale. “What the hell was that? I-Is there a ghost here who’s copying my voice?” he nervously asked. It’s been quite a while since Lance started to look for Jane. Yet so far, he saw nothing in the forest except that towering, tall trees side by side.

Jo’s face filled the frame with a bright grin that made Silvia smile. “Hey, there, my friend!” said Jo to the camera. “Hope you like this!” The girl disappeared as Jim tapped the microphone to make sure it was on, glanced at one side of the camera, and then looked right into the lens. A chill ran down Silvia’s back, because he seemed to be staring straight at her. He kept very still while, behind him, Sean counted to three with his sticks. Silvia sat up, because it was one of those beginnings that always pushed her against the back of her seat, all the instruments starting together a song to jump and dance, with all the energy that was No Return’s trademark.

A rough voice I had never heard before, rang out in my head caressing my every nerve, it was deep as the ocean and smooth as silk. Echo. Lost. Her. Shit. My eyes were barely opening, struggling to flutter as Echo was screaming mate over and over again in my head. I was encompassed by the scent, it was all so overwhelming, was I sitting? Echo fell silent as another electrifying ripple coursed through my temple and down my chin.

Ethan hit the ground hard. He groaned, rolling onto his side, the air knocked from his lungs. His palms scraped against rough stone, and for a moment, everything was still—too still. No footsteps. No voices. Just the echo of his own ragged breathing in the vast, open space.

Only silence. Fade to black.

Assessed her. "I will try," Echo said quietly. "But I must warn you. The peaceful nothings are protective of certain knowledge. Certain truths. Certain secrets. They reveal what they believe should be revealed. They hide what they believe should remain hidden. They might not tell me. Might not share. Might not reveal. Even if they know. Even if they understand. Even if they could explain. They might choose silence. Might choose protection. Might choose to keep your secret. To honour your choice to forget. To respect your decision to erase. They might not tell me. Even if I ask. Even if I plead. Even if I demand. They might remain silent. They might protect you. They might honour your origina

It was a warning. Echoes didn’t just fade.

"Does that sound like nothing?" ^^^^

Mira yelled, struggling to access the dampener console. But the Echo didn’t move. Didn’t need to. He just stood in the center of it all—hands at his sides, eyes closed, like a god in prayer. Then he opened his mouth— And every voice in the room spoke at once. Their own voices. Distorted. Replayed. Mimicked. “Carl Maddox, Ophelia Wolfe, Mira Kassel, Nadine Ayre.” Each name echoed from their own lips—except they hadn’t spoken.

I say, pushing. Echo smiles, cold and sharp. “Yeah, well. I’ve got the voices, remember? They keep me company. I can make them sound like anyone I want. If I want a woman whispering sweet nothings in my ear, she’s there. If I want someone yelling at me, I’ve got that too. You just don’t see them.” I groan and rub my face, the weight of it all catching up again. But then his tone shifts to something harder and final.