The 100 Echoes Novels & Stories

The house was so quiet that my footsteps echoed through the hallways, a haunting reminder of my solitude. The walls whispered secrets of the past, but it was the silence that screamed the loudest. It was a cacophony of unspoken words, of things left unsaid, of love and betrayal.

I thought we were best friends. I really have to prove to Enzo that I am the real Echo because he is the only one that can see and hear me, so I need him to believe me. I need him to help me figure out my life, how did I die without knowing and why am I still here as a ghost?

“Tell me, Emmet, do you think Callum will ever wake up?” "No, Eloise." I glanced at the man in the distance, painting my image on the canvas, and smiled as I spoke. “From now on, I don’t need to hear any more news about him. I’ve found my happiness again.”

The wind shifted before the first blade fell. Ava stood at the cliff’s edge, the Fifth Realm glowing behind her, the veil shimmering like a torn curtain across the horizon. And from the tear— they came. Thousands. Clad in armor of shadow and ash. Not beasts. Not spirits. But Echoes, corrupted and evolved. Each one shaped by a piece of someone Ava had touched, known… lost. A woman who looked like her mother, sobbing with blood in her mouth.

She still wanted our bond even after everything that I had done to her. It was as if the universe was listening to my thoughts or some shit because I heard my voice echoing in the auditorium. “You’ll fight me until you can’t. And when you finally break, when you surrender—I’ll be there to show you what all of my whores like. You’ll be begging me not to stop. You’ll beg for my dick like a good little bitch. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll give you a taste.”

"Why are we here? Mommy will be worried." ​The figure turned. Its face was Liam’s—perfectly rendered, down to the scar on his brow. But the eyes... the eyes were two pits of flat, oily yellow. ​"Don't worry, little Alpha," the Echo said. The voice was a perfect replica of Liam’s rich baritone, but it didn't vibrate in the air. It sounded like it was being projected directly into the brain. "Mommy is coming. We're all going to be together in the dark."

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

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.

the auctioneer said, his voice smooth and confident, "we have a truly special participant tonight. Let's start the bidding! "Ten thousand," a dark voice calls from the floor, and I spin in surprise, searching for the source. The man in black winks at me as he takes a sip of his drink. My body floods with heat. This man will pay ten grand to spend an hour with me. Will he be disappointed if I don't have sex with him? Surely, he must know he's just winning my company. I can't sleep with him. Jared wouldn't let that happen…would he?

The digital and physical worlds were bleeding together. Lena stood at the edge of the rooftop, staring at it all. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “It’s dangerous,” Trent said behind us. She smiled faintly. “Beauty always is.” The wind whipped around her coat, carrying sparks of light. She reached out, and the skyline responded — entire grids flickering like candles. I watched her, feeling a mix of awe and terror. “Lena, what’s happening to you?” She turned, her eyes glowing softly. “Echo is no longer separate. It’s inside everything — and me. But it’s not trying to destroy. It’s... evolving.”