Eternal Echoes: Three Souls, One Destiny
The Arrival
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The world was quiet at midnight, yet somewhere beyond mortal sight, a veil of fate trembled. A voice — ancient, hollow, echoing across centuries — whispered:
"They return… but will you keep them, or lose them again?"
The curse stirred. And in three corners of the world, life prepared to begin again.
At Seoul, South Korea – August
The night was heavy with rain. The hospital lights flickered as thunder rolled.
A woman lay on the bed, sweat clinging to her forehead. Her son stood outside the delivery room, holding his grandmother’s trembling hands.
The baby refused to cry. She came into the world silent, her small chest unmoving. The doctors panicked, rushing, pressing tiny lungs, whispering
“Breathe, baby, breathe…”
For a terrifying moment, time seemed to freeze.
Somewhere above the city, on a lonely rooftop, a man stood under the storm. His eyes glowed crimson, fangs catching the lightning’s reflection.
The vampire had waited for her soul to return for centuries. And tonight, he felt it — her essence reborn. But when her heart refused to beat, he fell to his knees, clutching his chest.
"No… not again… please, not again."
At the last moment, the baby gasped, letting out a fragile cry. The storm outside softened, and the vampire’s trembling lips curved into the faintest, broken smile.
"You’re here… my love. After all these years."
But he could not touch her. Not yet. Only watch, and wait.
At New York, USA – September
A month later, in the middle of autumn winds, another child prepared to arrive.
The mother screamed in agony; the nurses exchanged worried glances. The umbilical cord wrapped around the baby’s neck, suffocating her before she could breathe. The room chilled unnaturally, like something unseen was resisting her entry into the world.
The family prayed desperately. Machines beeped faster, hands worked frantically.
Far away, hidden in the shadows of Central Park, a werewolf howled into the night.
His amber eyes widened, his chest thundering with a heartbeat not his own. He could feel her — his mate, his obsession, his everything — fighting to be born.
But when her cries did not come, his claws dug into the earth, tearing through roots and soil. His roar echoed like grief, shaking the trees.
"Not this life too… don’t take her again!"
And then — a wail. Weak but alive. The baby cried at last, her first sound echoing into the air.
The werewolf fell silent, his throat tight, his eyes wet with tears he would never admit. He whispered into the wind, almost reverently:
"You’re mine again… and this time, I won’t lose you."
At Tokyo, Japan – October
The night was eerily still, the moon hidden behind clouds. In a small clinic, another woman’s labor stretched into dangerous hours. The baby would not come. Doctors muttered of complications, strange pressure, as though invisible hands pressed against the womb, resisting.
The mother cried out, nearly fainting. The grandmother clutched prayer beads.
And then—suddenly—all the lights in the clinic went out.
In the suffocating darkness, a flame flickered in the shadows. She appeared — a demon girl with fire-red eyes, watching. For centuries she had waited, carrying the guilt of past lifetimes where she failed to protect her beloved.
Now, as her soulmate struggled to enter the world, the demon pressed her claws into her own palm until black blood dripped, whispering ancient words.
"If there are gods stopping her, they’ll have to go through me."
The baby let out a piercing cry, shattering the silence. The lights flickered back on, doctors rushing with relief. The mother collapsed, exhausted but alive, holding her child.
Hidden in the shadow of the city, the demon exhaled a shaky breath, her lips trembling with a smile.
"Finally… my heart… you’re back."
Three cries.
Three souls.
Three girls born under storms, suffocation, and shadows.
And three immortals, chained to eternity, now awakened by the sound of their first breaths.
They could not touch. They could not reveal themselves.
Not yet.
But in the silent corners of the world, vampire, werewolf, and demon whispered the same vow:
"This life… you’ll be mine."
'Destiny' we can't change but if our love is real God also give us chance to change that Destiny
let's see what is written in there 'Destiny ' and if they will be one in the life or will be also broken this life also 💔
let's continue in next chapter guys
Silent Guardians
Time moved forward. Days turned into years.
But for the ones who had already lived centuries, every heartbeat of their soulmate was a melody and a torment. They could feel them. Watch them. But never touch, never speak, never claim.
Their eternity was a cage. And now, inside that cage, burned the warmth of a child’s smile they could never hold.
Seoul, South Korea – Girl 1 (Age 5)
The café smelled of roasted beans and sugar, but the little girl sat in the corner, sketching with crayons. Her drawings were strange: a man with red eyes, a moon too large, shadows reaching for her. Her mother scolded lightly, asking her to draw flowers instead.
That night, she woke screaming from a nightmare — fangs, blood, a war-torn field. Her mother rushed to soothe her, whispering it was only a dream.
But outside her window, on the rooftop across the street, the vampire stood motionless. His hands clenched so tightly that blood dripped from his palms. He could hear her cries, feel her fear.
"It’s me you’re remembering… but you don’t know. Not yet."😊
The ache in his chest was unbearable. For the hundredth time, he almost went to her — to whisper her name, to promise she wasn’t alone. But he stayed still, swallowed by the curse of waiting.💔
New York, USA – Girl 2 (Age 5)
She played in the park with her sister, giggling as autumn leaves rained down. Her laughter was sunshine — but her eyes always turned toward the woods, as if someone was calling.
At night, she would dream of running — bare feet against soil, the sound of paws thundering beside her. Sometimes she woke with scratches on her skin, as though branches had touched her in her sleep.
Her mother worried. The doctors dismissed it as sleepwalking.
But deep within the park, hidden in shadows, the werewolf watched. Every giggle, every stumble, every scraped knee made his chest ache. He wanted to run to her, to pick her up, to be her safe place. But he could only watch.
One night, as she tripped and cut her knee, her small eyes welled with tears. He growled softly, a sound she couldn’t hear, a cry of helpless love. His claws dug into bark until the tree split.
"I’m here, little one. I’ll always be here… but damn this distance."
His heart broke with every tear she shed that he could not wipe away.💔
Tokyo, Japan – Girl 3 (Age 5)
She sat quietly, unlike other children, her small hands tracing circles in the air as if touching something invisible. Her brother teased her for being strange.
But at night, she spoke to someone in her sleep — a soft whisper: “Don’t leave me.”
Her mother would shake her awake, confused. But in truth, the demon was there. Not beside her, but near, cloaked in shadow. She often reached out her hand as if to touch her, but stopped, trembling, afraid her darkness would stain the girl’s light.
When the girl tried to love anyone — even just play too closely with another child — an invisible tug would pull her back. The demon’s silent ache.
"Why does your heart still answer only to me? Even without memory… it refuses others."
The demon’s chest burned with longing, but also guilt — because once, in another life, it was her mistake that cost her beloved everything.
Each soulmate watched, helpless:
The vampire clutching his chest at every nightmare.
The werewolf drowning in helplessness at every tear.
The demon burning silently, resisting her desire to claim what was hers.
They couldn’t reveal themselves. Not yet. Fate hadn’t allowed it.
And so, as the girls grew — laughing, crying, dreaming — their guardians carried the unbearable weight of love and pain.
The girls fell asleep in their separate countries, unaware of each other.
But that night, under the same moon, their soulmates whispered the same vow:
"When the time comes… I will not let go again. Even if it kills me."
And far beyond mortal sight, the curse whispered back:
"Let’s see if your hearts can endure what fate has planned."
The lovers waiting for there love
will they able to get our history will repeat
we will see in coming chapters
Blurred Memories
Seoul, South Korea – Girl 1 (Age 15)
The café was buzzing with soft chatter and the clink of cups. She stood behind the counter, tying her apron.
Girl 1 Mother
(smiling)
“Don’t overwork yourself. Study comes first.”
Girl 1
(pouting)
“Eomma, I can handle it. Besides, customers like me more than you. I make better lattes.”
Her little brother laughed from the corner, his face covered in whipped cream.
Jun ( Rachel lit bro)
“Noona, you’re lying! Mom makes the best.”
She leaned over, wiping his face with a napkin, chuckling. For a moment, her world was warm, safe.😊
But then—her hand froze. Her eyes flickered. A sudden image flashed: a battlefield drenched in blood, a man with red eyes reaching for her, whispering her name as she died in his arms.
Her heart clenched. She gasped, swaying.
Girl 1 Mother
(panicked) “Sweetheart! What’s wrong?”
Girl 1
(whispering) “I… I saw… someone…”
On the rooftop across the street, the vampire jolted. His heart stopped for a moment, his vision blurring. He felt her slipping away, just like before.
He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest.
Vampire (desperate whisper): “No… no, not again. Please, breathe, my love. Don’t leave me.”
And when he heard the commotion below — her mother calling her name — and her faint voice returning, his shoulders sagged in relief. A fragile smile touched his lips, though his eyes glistened with blood-like tears.
New York, USA – Girl 2 (Age 15)
The evening sun painted golden stripes through the window. She sat at the table, flipping through her textbooks.
Lyra ( Nyra's Sister)
(teasing) “Why don’t you get a boyfriend, unnie? Everyone likes you.”
Girl 2
(snorting) “I do get boyfriends. They just… don’t last.”
Girl 2 Mother
(softly, while cooking)“Maybe you’re waiting for the right one.”
She laughed it off, pretending not to care. She playfully threw a piece of bread at her sister.
Girl 2
(smirking) “The ‘right one’ probably doesn’t exist.”
But suddenly — a sound filled her mind: paws running through the woods, a howl under the moon, a pair of amber eyes burning with obsession.
She clutched her head, dizziness crashing into her.
Girl 2
(weakly) “Mom… I can’t… see…”
She collapsed onto the floor.
In the forest outside the city, the werewolf’s body convulsed. His heartbeat stopped for a second, his vision going black. He staggered, clutching a tree, howling in raw panic.
Werewolf (broken whisper): “Not her… please, not her… don’t take her from me again.”
When he felt her heartbeat return, faint but steady, he fell forward on his hands and knees, tears mixing with the soil.
"I’ll protect you this time… even from the memories."
Tokyo, Japan – Girl 3 (Age 15)
Her room smelled of ink and paper. She sat cross-legged on the floor, sketching quietly. Her brother peeked in, snatching her drawing.
Ren ( Syna's brother)
(teasing)“You always draw girls, one girl again and again. Same eyes, same face.”
Girl 3
(snatching it back, blushing) “It’s nothing! Just random.”
Girl 3 Mother
(calling from the kitchen) “Dinner is ready, both of you. Stop fighting.”
They laughed, the room filled with warmth. She thought she was happy.
Until — a burning heat filled her chest. Her vision blurred. She saw fire, chains, and a girl with glowing eyes whispering: “Forgive me. I’ll find you again.”
She gasped, dropping her pencil, clutching her head.
Girl 3
(trembling) “Someone… she’s… calling me.”
On a rooftop above, the demon froze. The sudden silence of her soulmate’s heartbeat pierced through her like a blade. Her claws dug into her own skin, black blood dripping.
Demon (shaking, whispering): “Don’t die again… please don’t fade from me…”
When she finally felt the girl’s heartbeat flutter back, her whole body sagged against the wall. Tears she shouldn’t have been able to shed slid down her cheeks.
"Even in this life, you suffer because of me…"
The three girls, in three different countries, fainted with visions of blurry faces they could not name. They woke hours later, mothers crying, siblings holding their hands.
But their soulmates… their eternal guardians… felt every skipped heartbeat as if their own lives had ended.
They were relieved when they felt them return.
But they knew one thing:
The past was no longer staying buried.
The curse was stirring again.
Whisper of Fate:
"This is only the beginning."
What will be next ?? what will happened
will they remember about there past life
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