The 100 Echoes Novels & Stories

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

“There are ten dead bodies all in all sir” I count them all but they are not ten. They are only nine. So who is the tenth one? I heard footsteps getting inside the room and still, I can see Echo telling me not to make noise. I don’t know if they already found Brother Ven but I am scared now. I hear the sound of the door opening and one of the police officers went inside the room where we are hiding. “Aaahhh!” Echo shouted, then I heard a gunshot and I saw Echo fall on the floor. He ran to the officer to fight them just to save me.

Somehow, he knew it. It was him. But wrong. Elliot swore under his breath. Isla took a slow step forward, her knife raised, but the figure didn’t move. It simply stared. Then, without warning It spoke. “You’re running out of time.” Ethan’s pulse spiked. The voice wasn’t deep or distorted. It wasn’t monstrous. It was his own. A rush of memories crashed through him. Flashes of moments he’d never lived. Places he’d never been. A hallway. Endless and twisting.

echoing as Malric’s hydra surged, a new shadow rising: Echo, her eyes accusing, her voice a venomous whisper: “You let me die.” The starfield shattered, the void star’s wrath consuming all, Jessica’s glow nearly gone, her companions’ cries fading as Echo’s shadow lunged, a blade gleaming in her hand.

A sound of distress. Anya met them at the edge of the village, her face etched with a new worry. “You’re back,” she said, her relief palpable. “We have a problem. It’s the Echo Valley.” Liora’s heart sank slightly. The Echo Valley was a place of breathtaking beauty, a deep basin where sound was known to ripple and multiply, creating a natural symphony. It was a place of celebration, where communities gathered to share news and music. “What’s happened?”

“They aren’t real bodies. They’re projected fragments.” The room shuddered; dozens of other Echoes emerged, filling the edges of the light. Each carried a distorted echo of human faces trapped beneath shifting code. Eli hissed, “Then what happens if they touch us?” “Probably nothing good.” He linked the scanner to his wrist, eyes racing over the interface. “There’s a control hub under the central dais. If I can sync my frequency—” Another Echo lunged. Eli swung the rifle like a club, smashing it back. It shattered into noise, leaving the air buzzing with residual static.

and slammed it into the master gear of the carding machine, the friction creating a spark that ignited the lanolin-soaked wool. The mill didn't explode, but it filled with a thick, acrid smoke that blinded the digital sensors. In the chaos, I felt Ethan’s hand grab mine. He was cold, his skin clammy, the light in his temple finally dying into a dull, exhausted gray. "Grace," he whispered, his weight crushing me as he leaned into me. "The child... get the child out..." "We're all getting out," I said. We stumbled through the smoke toward the shattered bay doors. Julian met us there, helping me shoulder Ethan’s weight. We didn't look back at the mill. We didn't look back at the digital ghost

"The money's here. Give me the files." Lucas let out a mocking laugh as he swirled his drink. "$10,000? Jade, are you kidding me? I said $50,000. Not one dollar less." "This is all I have." I gripped my phone so tightly my nails nearly dug into my skin.

And I was waiting to see how this cheap script would end by the weekend. That weekend, The Echoes concert took place in an old industrial warehouse converted into an underground stage deep in the southern docks. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of rusted iron, cigarette smoke, and human body heat, where electric guitar notes and pounding bass drums echoed sharply, hammering straight into the chests of every audience member. The male student proved extremely thoughtful by actively clearing the path, using his hand to block shoving movements from the crowded mob and maintaining a polite distance all the way down the aisle.

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.