The 100 Echoes Novels & Stories

They knelt. "The Signal Daughter has arrived," a thousand overlapping voices whispered through the crystalline walls. "The Vanes wanted a weapon. The Architects wanted a cage. But we... we just wanted the Silence to end." "Who are you?" I demanded, my hands still fused to the Root. "We are the Echoes of the First Broadcast," the shadows replied. "We were not sent to hunt you, Chiamaka. We were sent to protect the Root from the 'Others'—the ones who reside in the space between the frequencies. They are not coming for the control codes. They are coming to 'Delete' the planet’s noise forever."

Gemma stood a short distance away, rain running down her face. I had never seen her look so broken. She held a dagger in one hand. She said, "Miles, I'm sorry. To you, to Zack, and to Grandma. I had someone send her home. I didn’t do anything to her. I know she’s family. Miles, I don’t expect you to ever forgive me in this life. If there is a next life, I hope I can make it up to you." Then, she drove the dagger into her heart.

"Echo took off all his clothes and positioned himself on top of Maria. He parted her legs and slowly inserted his manhood inside Maria's inner core. "Ahhhhh," Maria felt a sharp pain inside her making her feel that she almost tore apart. Echo kissed her lips as he slowly thrust her. He felt the nervousness of Maria as she endures the sharp pain being caused by Echo's manhood. Echo is now taking her innocence and Maria can't help when her tears flow down from her cheeks. When Echo tastes the salt fluid coming out from her eyes...

I quickly added ending the call He must be adamant, I thought marching the speed break I drove into the parking lot and my eyes fell on the offloaded boxes at the back of a sports car, no one told me he drove a sports car, is he going to be trouble, I was too busy to deal with a troublesome tenant I got out of my car, picked up my handbag, and stepped into the elevator leading to my penthouse, I dialed Benita's number, and it kept ringing till she finally picked

Pov: Jane Jansen I struggled to keep my eyes open through the pain as it engulfed me. He stood above me with a malicious smile on his face. My executioner. There was no pity in his cold unfeeling eyes and I stared into the cold empty dark orbs as he pulled the lever. The sound of the blade dropping was the last thing I heard while I swore vengeance on them. On all of them. Everything here was different from home. From the people to the smell to the exotic foods they had. It was an experience that made my heartbeat race, forcing adrenaline to run free across my lithe body. Tonya was glad to have me and she showed me around.

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.

A bottomless, hollow sorrow welled up inside me. Oh, Alexander. You look so pathetic, drowning in your own lies. That night, three years ago, as you were boarding your private jet with Oliver, I was chained in a damp, dark basement. Vivian's five rogues circled me. One of them was slowly, meticulously, carving the Luna tattoo from the back of my neck with a silver knife. "Heard the Luna loves her little pup," the lead rogue sneered, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Too bad. Can't even save herself, let alone her daughter."

Down into the tunnels beneath the foundations, where even the echo of footsteps sounded like secrets. I felt something different. A signal. Someone was reaching out to me. I pulled a small obsidian mirror from my coat. Pressed my palm to it. Waited. A soft ripple of magic shimmered across its surface. “You haven’t contacted me in a while. What’s going on?” I asked. The voice exhaled before speaking. “Terrible things. I need you, urgently.” “I’m at your service,” I said, straightening my posture. “What do you need me to do?”

“Tell me, what did you do to her? Why did she leave?” “She came to say goodbye,” his mother’s voice was suddenly quiet. “What?” “When she came to see us, she said she was leaving for good,” the Luna sighed. “She… she told us about a prophecy.” Scott froze. “What prophecy?” “That if you stayed together, in ten years, you would die saving her,” his father cut in, the anger in his eyes slowly fading. “She described it in such detail… a silver-laced bomb from the Bloodfang pack… your insides… blown apart.”

"The Silver Moon is obsolete, Elara. You are too emotional. You are too prone to the weaknesses of the heart. The Echoes do not feel rejection. They do not feel fear. They only follow the resonance of the mother." He signaled the Echoes. They didn't roar or snarl. They moved with a silent, terrifying efficiency toward the cooling vents of the lab. They weren't trying to kill us yet. They were moving to secure the infrastructure. They knew exactly how the facility worked because they were part of the facility.