Orphan Echoes Novels & Stories

The echoes are still there, waiting, and they’ll be louder than ever when we return. 🖤 Echoes of Ruin resumes January 1st.

The deep, echoing hum of the Citadel Obsidian’s core systems was unsettling, almost suffocating in its vastness. Eva and Ryder moved through the labyrinthine hallways, their footsteps synchronized with the rhythmic pulse of the facility. The sterile walls of the Citadel seemed to close in on them, amplifying the weight of their mission. The air was cool, filled with the scent of metal and something faintly chemical—something that felt too controlled, too cold.

A smile curled at the end of my lips as the call ended I sat in a dimly lit bar, filled with the sound of clinking glasses and low chatter, I sat across from Simon, who looked rough from the last time I saw him. Simon played with his whisky, taking a full sip at once, his face lined with worry. Curious I asked. "What's going on Simon? You look like who has seen a ghost" Simon sighed heavily and set his glass down. "Caroline left me. Took the kids with her. I'm alone now"

She is coming back after 2 years. Although Mrs. Lee was also waiting for her, she is the daughter of her best friend Kalen Beck, who was resting in the heavens now. They were family friends too. But 10 years ago Mrs. Kalen & Mr. Orson Beck lost their lives in an accident and left their daughter Reese Beck with them.

He stood up from where he sat and walked towards Liam’s hospital room area, he already knew he won’t be there since he needed to go see the doctor and all, and that’s what it was, he silently entered the room and Liam’s unique smell hit him bringing back memoir him snuggling close to Liam just to inhale his precious smell, it hurt thinking about it now, like everything about them was just memories now and the painful part was that he was the only one who still had those memories and he might be the only one who will have them forever, the thought of forever sent another wave of sadness and loneliness through him, the thought of continuing without Liam didn’t look good at all, it was horrible

" With that, Carter steadied Jodie by the waist and walked toward the door. Staring down at the mess scattered across the floor, I called out for the housekeeper, Hilda Lukasiak. The mansion, however, stood in eerie silence. With a sigh, I carefully picked up the shattered porcelain bowl and tossed the pieces into a nearby trash bin. Just then, a flash of lightning split the night, followed by a thunderclap that rattled the walls. Startled, I collapsed to the floor. In my panic, I tried to get to my feet, but my hand struck the jagged porcelain, leaving deep cuts along my palm. Taking a moment to steady my breath, I scrambled for my phone and called the family doctor, Frank O'Connor.

Kaelen stood a little distance away, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the horizon, perhaps searching for answers that felt increasingly elusive. Just as disappointment settled in our chests, an unexpected wind swept through the wasteland, stirring the dust at our feet. It carried with it an otherworldly quality, neither warm nor cold. I felt it dance around me, wrapping me in a gentle embrace that sent shivers down my spine. Then, the whispers began. "The Oracle…." A man’s voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence, followed closely by a woman’s soft murmur and the high-pitched giggle of a child. The cacophony twisted around us, each voice laced with urgency and longing.

The synchronization surged. Warning signals erupted throughout the First Throne. Orion's eyes widened. The First Voice's expression changed instantly. The warmth vanished. Concern replaced it. Deep concern. Aria felt it too. A presence. Far below the mountain. Approaching rapidly. The Echo. But something was different. Very different. The loneliness surrounding the entity had changed. Its sorrow had changed. Its purpose had changed. And as the tremors intensified throughout the First Throne, the Echo finally spoke through the synchronization network once more.

A system that no longer obeyed the Chorus, but remembered it. The moment we lifted off, the whisper strengthened. It wasn’t just coming from one place. It was coming from all directions. We called Kira from orbit. Her voice came through ragged but excited. “You’re hearing it too?” she asked, the glow of old maps spilling across her screen. “Yes,” I said. “Zero-point resonance. What does it mean?” Kira leaned into frame, eyes bright. “It’s not a warning. It’s a birth cry. The echoes weren’t just released. They’re converging.”

Looking back at how Harrison treated me, and the amount of pain he caused me, I am surprised I still think about him. The Echoes of betrayal still linger in my mind, a constant reminder of what was lost. His presence still haunts me, a ghostly reminder of love that turned sour. I wish I could erase the memories of him but they remain, a painful yet sweet reminder. Mia never stopped asking about her father, hoping for updates, while Nora kept on lying everytime, it was a recurring conversation. At her age, she lacked critical thinking skills to question false information, her childlike trust made her an easy target for deception.