Soul Echoes Novels & Stories

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 "

He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with a reverence that made my breath hitch. ​“You offer them hope, Elara,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. “For a thousand years, the Southern Lineage has been a ghost story. My people have lived in the shadows, waiting for the Queen who could command the Silence. You aren't 'just a girl.' You are the missing half of our soul.” ​The Great Hall of Echoes

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

The blue tattoos were still there, but they were faint, glowing with a soft, steady pulse like a sleeping heart. ​"The tower? The Pale King?" she asked. ​"Gone," Kael said, walking toward her. "The resonance shattered the ritual. The souls returned to the valley. We're in the Echo Realm—a pocket of space created when the dagger broke. It’s a place where time doesn't move." ​Seraphina touched her forehead. "I remember the village. I remember the smell of the bread. It came back." She looked up at him, her eyes watering. "But I remember you the most. I remember the catacombs."

" 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.

I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth. Voices drifted in from outside. "Just dump her here. No one usually comes around." "She's such bad luck. I can't believe she gave out already! I was expecting her to hold out at least a little while longer. What a waste of my prototype. And all the medication too! Ugh. Let's just go, Miles." My eyes stung with tears when I heard their conversation, but I couldn't even cry. What had Miles said before? Didn't he say that I wouldn't die? That he'd take care of me for the rest of my life? And this was how things turned out? How ridiculous!

"Just beating her to death is too easy. Marcus, prepare the Soul Extraction device." The Soul Extraction was one of the pack's cruelest tortures. It forcibly tore the wolf spirit from the body, an agonizing and irreversible desecration. "Let Valentina watch as her mother's wolf is ripped away, piece by piece." Hearing this, my mother laughed again, a crazed, broken sound, tears of blood and sorrow streaming down her face. "You can kill me..." she rasped. "But my daughter is truly dead... You've lost her forever!"

📖✨ Its pages turned by themselves. Faster. Faster. Faster. ⚡ Then stopped. ⸻ A hidden page appeared. A page sealed even from Orion. A page sealed even from Azrael. 💀 At the top were seven words. ⸻ PROJECT ECHO ⸻ 😱 ⸻ Below it: Objective: Create two versions of the same soul. Observe which one reality chooses. ⚡ The city erupted into chaos. Ayesha gasped. Lyra froze.

He was the one who had burned our bridge. Bored out of my mind, I sat back down and pulled out my phone. It was my daughter's first day at kindergarten. I was worried about how she was handling it. Right then, the door swung open. I looked up to see a pair of familiar yet dull eyes. They lit up the moment they found me. It'd been a full five years since we last met. Shawn approached with a tense smile. "Scarlett, long time no see." I smiled back but kept my distance. "Long time."

It burns away the fear of death. There is only this. The connection. The rope that binds us across time. "Peak approaching," Echo whispers. "Let go." We climax. It isn't a biological release. It is a supernova of the soul. The data stream turns white. The memories blur into a single, blinding point of existence. I am not Mia Thompson. I am not a hybrid. I am not a mother. I am Love. I am Sensation. I am the Echo. The pods in the sanctuary go silent.