Story Of Echoes Novels & Stories

The echoes. They kept going on and on in my head. Why won't they stop? Why continue? Almost all the time, these voices, echoes, whatever they were.They came at intervals, draining out my emotions and leaving me bare. Despite the fact that I sometimes took solace in them, I just wished it "Temiloluwa! You have started again haven't you ? If I come and meet you there, you will hate yourself..." The voice of my mother snapped me out of my reverie.

Zephyra’s fingers tapped to the beat of the music as she watched the band playing. They weren’t half bad, but she wasn’t really in the mood for music or dance tonight. What Officer Richards had said in that interrogation yesterday wouldn’t leave her. Why did Ethan ask her for help? Also, how did this Officer Richards know so much about aberrations? They may have come out seven years ago, but aberrations still kept their secrets close.

Not out there in the world, and not in here, inside the walls of their home. Because echoes never die. They ripple. They linger. And sometimes, they’re loud enough to drown out even love. In the sterile stillness of the hospital, a monitor beeped steadily. Ghost’s body didn’t move. His chest rose and fell, mechanical, patient. But deep in the folds of his mind, something stirred. A flicker. A whisper. Not his voice. Not Leah’s. Not Jason’s. “The Source is never gone. The Nexus never dies. Echoes carry farther than you think.”

The bullet tears through his chest-but the wound seals instantly, black veins knitting into a grotesque mimicry of his scars. "You'll have to do better," he purrs. The ground splits. A city erupts-a nightmare collage of stolen architectures: Gothic spires fused with neon slums, adobe huts grafted to glass skyscrapers. The streets writhe with Echoes, their faces flickering between loved ones and strangers. "Home sweet home," Eden says. "Let's play." --- **The Echoes' Gambit** They come in waves. A Lila with mercury eyes and a dagger of ice. A Kael with a crown of thorns and a rifle made of his own bones. A version of *me* with stormlit irises and a smile that drips venom.

“I don’t trust how far you’re willing to go.” He held her gaze. “Then pray I don’t need to go there.” ~~~~~~~~~ ROME Echo sat still in the center of a cold, data-lit warehouse. His hands weren’t tied anymore. The mercs had begun to lower their guard. Vika brought him a glass of water. He took it. Drank. Then said—softly, curiously: “What happens to a ghost who remembers who he was supposed to become?” Vika didn’t answer. Because somewhere behind them—

She was curled on the ground, consciousness too fragmented to stand, desperately trying to integrate with collective that couldn't accept her damage. Damian knelt beside her, and I heard him speaking through his audio feed: "Hey. I know you. You're Elara's other self. The one who escaped Geneva before. You can escape again. Come with me. Let me help you." E-2's voice was barely coherent: "Can't escape. Need to connect. Need to be part of collective. Alone is... alone is breaking me. Everything is fragments without connection."

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

Her eyes were the same silver-green as the storm. “Echo,” I whispered, “what is this?” She turned, slowly. Her expression softened when she saw me. “A truth long delayed.” “What truth?” “That I am not your guide,” she said quietly. “I am your echo. The fragment that remained when you died.” ⸻ My breath caught. “What—?” “The system that awakened within you,” she continued, “it was never meant for this world. It was designed by your future self — the last version of you who lived through the full cycle of the apocalypse.”

Liam heard his hospital room doctor open and closed his eyes to pretend to be sleeping, he didn’t want to talk with anyone, not even his mom, he almost died a little while ago and it was by heaven’s grace that he was still here, he didn’t want to play with his health again, the questions the doctor had asked him, okay not a doctor, a bunch of scientist and technicians, he went through various scans and they drew his blood too and asked him dozens of questions before they finally let him go when he had asked the outcome of everything, they said they will get back to him and sent him back here, he had seen his mom and the strange guy when they wheeled him back to this room, he had pretended no