The 100 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 "

"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!"

They gripped each other’s wrists, identical hands, trembling with strain. Not fear. Not hesitation. Just tension. Years of it. Lydia’s breath was sharp, ragged. Echo’s was smooth, almost serene. “You were made to survive,” Echo whispered, twisting her grip, lips close enough to taste Lydia’s breath. “But I was made to replace.” Lydia bared her teeth. “Then why haven’t you?” Echo’s smile was devastatingly calm. “Because I was waiting for you to become me.” A grunt escaped Lydia’s throat as Echo spun her, slamming her back into the steel exam table. Cold metal kissed her spine. But Lydia’s hand shot out—grabbing a shattered shard of mirror from the floor.

I struggled, my screams muffled in the cloth. Mason whispered in my ear, — Shhhhh, it's okay; don't struggle; just rest. Darkness greeted me; the last thing I heard was Mason's cold voice whispering. — Everything will be okay, Red Princess; everything will be okay.

Something that looked like liquid light, flowing from my fingertips, creating patterns that seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. Then—a voice. Inside my head said. “You are the key.” My vision blurred. The training ground dissolved. I saw Kane and Zane. But not as I knew them. Younger. Broken. A brutal scene of loss playing out like a nightmare. Their first mate. The rogue attack Selene had mentioned. “Balance must be restored.” The voice was ancient. Powerful. Impossible to resist. And then everything went dark.

She finds herself in a moral bind concerning forgiveness, retaliation, and the brittleness of trust. Zara and Kael must destroy the weapon in a final, adrenaline-pumping battle before it ends up in the wrong hands. However, Kael gives up his claim to authority in the process, preferring anonymity to a throne that would bind him to the past indefinitely. After the adventure and the love she discovered amidst the ashes of a broken world, Zara returns to the barren ruins irrevocably altered. In a backdrop of destruction, Echoes in the Ashes narrates a story of love, survival, and redemption. It examines the effects of authority, the difficulties of forgiving, and the belief that love may illumi

She prayed Mike wouldn't see the faint tremble in her hands or the fear lurking behind her eyes. "So...what questions do you want to ask me?" Mike's gaze lingered on her, his eyes searching for any hint of familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny, and he struggled to reconcile his emotions. His hands twitched with the urge to reach out and touch her, to hug her tightly and cry on her shoulder. The ache of missing his late girlfriend, May, felt like a fresh wound.

Some classmates who'd followed us out gasped, "Is that Byron Stein? Wasn't he always abroad? When did he come back?" "It's not sudden. I heard yesterday that the Stein family is moving their business back here. Must be true." "Is the kid in his arms his daughter? Who's the lucky woman to marry someone like that?" "Doesn't that kid look kind of familiar, like..." Shawn heard their whispers and looked up. The father and daughter called out at once, "Honey!" "Mommy!" One voice was deep, and the other milky. Everyone froze, staring at me as I smiled.

Cecilia hugged me and said comfortingly, "Alright. Let's not think about such depressing things anymore now that you're home. It's just a diamond necklace. I'll buy you a few more accessories tomorrow, enough that you can just wear a different one every day." I burst into laughter, the sadness that I'd felt from ruminating on the past had washed away slightly. I had a good sleep that night. ... The next day, I suddenly received a bunch of missed calls from an unknown number. I had a habit of turning on airplane mode when I slept. The moment I turned it off, I started hearing notification sounds for over 99 missed calls. A second later, my phone rang, and I tentatively chose to answer the cal