Star Wars 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 "

Mike's expression faltered, and he looked away, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape. May's words struck a chord, and Mike felt his emotions simmering just below the surface. "I'm sorry," Mike muttered, his voice strained. "It's just...you look so much like someone I used to know." May's eyes filled with compassion, and she leaned forward, her voice filled with empathy. "Who was she?" May asked, her question hanging in the air like a challenge. Mike's eyes snapped back to hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

"We'll protect you. I promise." "Promises don't mean much when bullets start flying," Isabella mumbled from the front seat, her arms crossed. Alexander shot her a warning look. "Enough. We need to focus." The tension in the car was suffocating as they neared the outer areas of Lucian's compound. The scattering estate stood near and threatened in the distance, surrounded by high walls and armed guards patrolling the outside border. "How are we supposed to get in there?" Jane asked, leaning forward to get a better view.

"It’s identical. You wrote the Icarus protocol. You saved my empire." "It was a minor adjustment to your existing framework," I replied smoothly, keeping my face perfectly composed. "And I had a lot of free time. You were never home." Silas flinched as if I had shot him. He crossed the room, stepping over the scattered papers, his bare feet silent against the rug. He didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of me in the doorway. What that usually accompanied his proximity was entirely different today. It wasn't predatory. It was staggering, heavy reverence.

Then he took my hand and led me toward the car. Shawn's voice cracked behind us. "Scarlett!" "Anything else?" I turned around. His lips parted, but no words came out. His face looked paler than winter snow. Edith tilted her head. "Mommy, is he ill? He looks pale, like when I was sick." I didn't know how to answer her. Byron took her from my arms and spoke gently. "Want some cupcakes tonight?" "Cupcakes! Hooray!" she chirped.

They didn’t hurt, they just *held*, sinking into her skin until moving felt impossible. A shape hovered above her. Broad. Heavy. No face she could make out, just the press of something male and ancient that filled the dark like smoke. It didn’t ask. It reached. Fingers, long, impossible, neither warm nor entirely solid pushed straight through her ribs. No tearing, no blood. Just deep, blooming pressure as they closed around the bright, frantic pulse inside her chest. The Echo. It flared hard against the grip, like it knew exactly whose hands these were.

Scott’s POV “No way! That’s not her!” Scott slammed his fist down, shattering the glass table in front of him. Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn’t even notice. “Alpha, the police have confirmed it,” Beta Luke reported cautiously. “Elena’s name was on that bus manifest. All the passengers…” “Shut up!” Scott roared, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “Get the car ready, now!” Thirty minutes later, Scott stood at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the charred wreckage of the bus. The search and rescue team was still at work; a few burned bodies had already been brought out.

It was thoughtful — practical — and I remember thinking how sweet it was, how maybe things were turning around. But a few weeks later, while doing laundry, I found something that shattered the illusion completely: two movie ticket stubs. Bird on a Wire. A matinee. Middle of the day. And not with me. I’ll never forget the way the world seemed to stop. My stomach dropped, my hands shook — part anger, part heartbreak. I called him, again and again, but he didn’t answer. When he finally came home, all the anger I’d been swallowing for months came spilling out.

Before I could even react, the massive trunk cracked in two and came crashing down. "Watch out!" Just before I lost consciousness, I saw Carter and the others rushing to protect Jodie. Without a moment's hesitation, they pulled her away from the falling tree, never once glancing back. … When I woke up again, I found myself staring at the dark sky. For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was still dreaming or if this was real. Nonetheless, the sharp pain shooting through my body swiftly brought me back to the present. Despite the ache, I forced myself to stand. As I looked around, I realized everyone had already left. A few security guards were busy clearing the wreckage of the fallen tree.

What he said next destroyed the world around me, cracking the hope that had filled me a few minutes ago. Mason, Logan, and I did this together. Mason Stevens... "Nice gun," I whispered, sitting down on the couch. Logan lowered it, putting it back in the holster at his waist. "It's a Glock G43, special edition." I took the bowl of popcorn. “They love giving them new toys in the special forces, huh?” Logan sat on the opposite couch. "What were you trying to do when I came in?" "Jealous?" Logan snorted. “No.”