A Flame in the Shadow의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

Ember“Ember, wait up.” Bastion yelled from across the street as I exited the corner store. I turned to see him waiving me down. My heart fluttered at his smile. Bastion was the neighborhood hero ever since he returned from training in the military. The perfect example of the boy next door, tall, strong, light brown hair with blue eyes, and a jawline that made every girl blush when he looked at them.I stopped, waiting for him to catch up. He walked up throwing his arm around my shoulders casually. Bastion had been my best friend for as long as I could remember but since he returned things seemed to have taken a turn.“Are you going to the festival with anyone?” He asked.The Festival of the Offering was a tradition going back a thousand years. One we celebrate every hundred years on the same night of the Blood Moon. This year the festival just happens to land on my birthday. Not that anyone would care, the festival was the biggest event anyone in the town of Celestial Falls would eve

Ember“I can feel you thinking.” I muttered, pacing the floor.Orion leaned against the doorway of the old rundown house we had taken shelter in, arms crossed, eye on the storm outside. The place smelled of mildew and the moisture was thick in the air. His silhouette looked carved from smoke- motionless, but full of coiled energy, like if I blinked he would disappear.“ I dont think,” he said. “ I calculate.”“Fine. Calculate faster I want this gone.”He tunred, expression unreadable “ You think I dont?”The tether between us hummed with tension. I had tried to run from him earlier, down an alley, but the second I had crossed some invisible line, the pain had lanced through me like a blade. He staggered too. It wasn’t just a bond, it was a curse.“We weren’t supposed to connect like this,” he said at last. “You stepped on a rune meant to anchor power. I tried to pull you out before it triggered, but the rune didn’t just recognize your power. It recognized mine, and it forced them toge

EmberThe fire crackled low in the ruined catherdral, casting flickering shadows across the stone floor. We had made camp in what was once a place of devotion, though to which god or monster, I wasn’t sure. The stained glass had long since shattered, and vines choked the altar like nature had tried to strangle the holiness out of it. I guess that was fitting, considering who I was stuck with.Orion stretched out on the remains of a pew, arms behind his head, ankles crossed, as if being magically shackled to someone wasn’t a complete violation of personal space and we weren’t in possible mortal danger.He watched me pace with casual amusement. “If you keep doing that, Flame, you’ii wear a trench into the floor. Then again..” His eyes flicked to my feet, voice dropping just enough to make my pulse misbehave. “Maybe I like watching you burn your path into things.”“Stop calling me that.” I snapped.“ I will stop when you stop glowing every time I do it.”“I’m not glowing.”He tilted his

EmberThe town hadn’t stopped smoldering. From the crumbling rooftop where I sat, I could still see the firelight flickering like a heartbeat in the distance—slow, persistent, dangerous. I was trying not to take it personally. The bond between me and Orion felt louder tonight. Not painful. Just… insistent. A low, steady thrum beneath my ribs. I couldn’t tell if it was trying to warn me or seduce me.“Brooding again?” came his voice, smooth and sharp like a dagger wrapped in silk.I didn’t look. “Go away.”“You say that like it’s an option.” He dropped down beside me with all the elegance of a falling shadow. “But lucky us—we’re still magically tethered like a pair of cursed soulmates from a really bad poem.”“Don’t call it that,” I muttered.“What? Soulmates? Oh no, Flame. I’m not that sentimental.”“Don’t call me that either.”He smirked. “But it suits you. All sparks and fury. Dangerous if someone gets too close.”“I said no.”“I heard you.” He glanced out at the burning skyline. “I