Soul Echoes Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t the Devourer. It wasn’t a person. It felt like… the lake itself was speaking. Or something beneath it.” Lira went instantly pale. “The Echo.” Kael stiffened. “No.” “What’s the Echo?” I asked. Lira’s gaze locked on mine, her voice shaky but determined. “The Well of Echoes isn’t just a place. It’s an entity. Or a wound. Stories say it was formed when one of the first gods died and their magic… fractured. What’s left is an echo of their mind. Their memories. Their hunger.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “Most people who hear the Echo lose themselves.”

The mark flared wildly. The chamber dissolved. Suddenly, she stood in the Void—no light, no ground. Nothing but her and the Echo. “You’ve split yourself,” the Echo whispered. “Given pieces away. What’s left?” Ava looked down. Her chest glowed with four soul-threads—gold, silver, green, red—twisting toward the bonds with Kellan, Maddox, Ronan, and Damon. The Echo circled her. “You gave them everything. But you never gave anything to yourself.”

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

Summer's POV "....How much....." The irrirated voice drifted to Summer through her hazy state. "......Longer..." As Summer began to come to she felt a chill run up her spine at the voices that were breaking through her hazy state. Memories of what had happened right before she blacked out began to drift to her as she slowly became aware. "Did you use too much electricity?" Michael demanded sounding ready to explode. "Does it really matter?" Jackson responded in annoyance. "Worst that happens the bitch dies, best she wakes up an idiot."

Michael's voice rang out from behind, followed by Maria’s giggles. Even as I stepped into the street, even as I walked further away, they mocked me from the window. Their voices chased me all the way home. By the time I reached my house, I could barely breathe. My chest felt tight, like my ribs were caving in, crushing whatever was left of me. I collapsed behind the door, pulling my knees to my chest, my body shaking with sobs. I cried for hours. Yelled into the emptiness. But no matter how much I screamed, I couldn’t drown out the echoes of their laughter in my head.

“Older than the forest. Than fate itself. The First Luna called them Echoes. Reflections of ancient souls—destined to return, again and again, through new bodies. Through new bonds.” She stepped closer to the altar, touched it like it might wake something again. “Logan’s soul is one of them.” “No,” Fiona breathed. “Yes,” Elandra said. “And now that the bond’s been poisoned—fractured—he’s vulnerable. Unprotected. The Echo inside him is waking. And it does not belong to this world.” Fiona felt her throat tighten. “Will he… still be him?” “I don’t know.” Fiona shook her head. “No. That’s not enough. I need more than I don’t know.”

If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore. You alone are what I remember. O' my SOUL... _______________________ Since the time I have passed through your door, I have started to laugh freely, You are the most precious gift from God... O' my SOUL... _______________________ The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only,

"Impressive, but can your echoes truly stand against the currents of time?" Elysia's eyes blazed as she met his gaze. "Our echoes are unbreakable, and they shall resonate with the echoes of all who have fought to preserve this realm!"

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Emotions and life and death filter into my already-bereaved soul. It's like pouring water into a pot that is already filled to the brim. I feel my eyes rolling back into my head, and the voices come back in a rush. Alora. Alora. Alora. Hands reach out to me-all these Wolves in the room around me have people who they have lost over their lifetimes. Now, these ghosts and spirits run towards me like moths to a flame. I'm their lighthouse in a stormy sea. "What..." Marcus stares at me, letting me go slowly, "Who are "