Non Existence
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The echoes of tomorrow
In a world where the future isn't written but echoed, 17-year-old Lila hears the whispers of events yet to happen - but they're not hers. The echo she's been hearing for months is someone else's life, someone's fate, and that someone is in danger. As she tries to uncover the identity of the person behind the mysterious echoes, Lila finds herself caught in a web of secrets, shadowy figures, and a powerful organization that will do anything to keep their plans hidden. Can she stop what's coming before it's too late, or will the echoes become her own fate? First Chapter (Excerpt): I've always heard things. It started when I was younger - whispers of something I couldn't see, couldn't understand. At first, it was just faint sounds, like voices drifting from another world. But by the time I was sixteen, those whispers turned into something more - echoes. Clear, distinct, and impossible to ignore. It's strange. Most people think the future is something that hasn't happened yet. But for me, it's not that simple. I hear the future. The thing is, the future I hear isn't mine. I've been hearing her - a girl I don't know, yet know everything about. Her life, her fears, her pain. I can't explain how, but I hear her voice every night, calling out for help. I don't know her name. I don't know her face. All I know is that something horrible is coming for her. And if I can't stop it... then her fate might echo into mine. Tonight, I hear her again. The echo sharpens, clearer than ever before. "Help me, Lila. It's happening. They're coming." The echo fades. And just like that, I'm left with a choice - follow the voice, or ignore it and risk the consequences. I don't know why it's me she's calling to, but I can't just do nothing. I owe it to her. And to myself.
Not your turn- Demise express
A young woman finds herself in an old fashioned train compartment. She has all her memories exept for how she got there and where she is going, fading in and out of consciousness, she finds out more and more about her Destination and the others on the train with her.Terminé
Reload
It was a normal day for Alan, although it started with a nightmare, however his nightmare had only just begun as he was thrust into a ceaseless saga, a tale of a criminal and a crime, of murder, of love, and of betrayal. Before Alan was a winding puzzle of dark silhouettes, red strings, and a small echo: "Save me!"
The Mourning Man
Arthur Pendragon. Son of Uther Pendragon, wealthy muggle CEO of one of the world's largest investment firms. His mother Ygraine Pendragon passed away when he was little. Oh. He's also a wizard. Upon arriving at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he begins to notice things. The castle seems so familiar, yet he knows for a fact that he's never been here before. He also hears tell of a spirit. Not like the ghosts at the school, but more like what you hear in muggle ghost stories. the lost spirit of a man, who wanders the forbidden forest, before going to the lake and sobbing. They say he's lost someone. They call him; The Mourning Man.Terminé
Remember
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Before the Storm
"Go." She said, not quite yelling but suddenly intense as she herded Harry back, away from the pillar and towards the tracks. "Go now, boy, or you'll miss your train!" He looked behind his shoulder, there was a train....he hadn't heard it approach. The doors were open and waiting, and for no good reason at all, he stepped inside. The strange little woman didn't follow him on, she simply stood there watching him. that same incomprehensible smile on her face. "Which path will you choose?" She asked again, just before the doors closed, replacing his view of her with his own, pale reflection. !Disclaimer! All Characters are owned by J.K Rowling This story isn't mine and belongs to orphan_account on AO3 Story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18364346/chapters/43483331Terminé
The Midnight Train
On a stormy summer night, haunted by Cedric's death and the weight of fate, Harry Potter follows an unseen pull to an abandoned train station. At the stroke of midnight, a ghostly 1920s train arrives-filled with echoes of the past, the lost, and the forgotten. As the Midnight Pullman takes him on a journey through time, memory, and destiny, Harry must confront the ultimate choice: rewrite fate or embrace the path ahead.Terminé
In a world where the future isn't written but echoed, 17-year-old Lila hears the whispers of events yet to happen - but they're not hers. The echo she's been hearing for months is someone else's life, someone's fate, and that someone is in danger. As she tries to uncover the identity of the person behind the mysterious echoes, Lila finds herself caught in a web of secrets, shadowy figures, and a powerful organization that will do anything to keep their plans hidden. Can she stop what's coming before it's too late, or will the echoes become her own fate? First Chapter (Excerpt): I've always heard things. It started when I was younger - whispers of something I couldn't see, couldn't understand. At first, it was just faint sounds, like voices drifting from another world. But by the time I was sixteen, those whispers turned into something more - echoes. Clear, distinct, and impossible to ignore. It's strange. Most people think the future is something that hasn't happened yet. But for me, it's not that simple. I hear the future. The thing is, the future I hear isn't mine. I've been hearing her - a girl I don't know, yet know everything about. Her life, her fears, her pain. I can't explain how, but I hear her voice every night, calling out for help. I don't know her name. I don't know her face. All I know is that something horrible is coming for her. And if I can't stop it... then her fate might echo into mine. Tonight, I hear her again. The echo sharpens, clearer than ever before. "Help me, Lila. It's happening. They're coming." The echo fades. And just like that, I'm left with a choice - follow the voice, or ignore it and risk the consequences. I don't know why it's me she's calling to, but I can't just do nothing. I owe it to her. And to myself.
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