A Shadow In The Ember Audiobook Novels & Stories

she vowed. Together, they watched the last flickers die—not in darkness, but in the promise of dawn yet to come Epilogue The Ember That Remains The embers pulsed low in the ceremonial brazier, casting soft golden light across the stone walls of the newly built Ember Hall. Around them, shelves filled with reclaimed manuscripts and recovered sigils whispered of ancient wisdom not hoarded, but shared. A circle of chairs stood unoccupied for now, waiting not for secrecy, but for seekers.

Sorry, Perc, I promise I’m trying. “Why don’t you go play with the others now. I can see Nova waving at you to come over.” I told him. “Okay.” He let his shadow swallow up the book. He liked keeping things in the shadow realm, just like me. We often hang out in there together. He likes watching others, and observing them through their shadow doors, just like I did. “They are all getting so big!” Ember’s voice snapped my attention. “They really are.” I sighed. “You okay?” She sensed my sadness.

Shadows and light intertwined and danced through the bodies struggling on the bridge. Shadows? My heart lurched with fear and hope. Unless a member of Grey’s pack had gotten over there, it could have only been Ember controlling the shadows. What the hell was she doing here? “We’ll head to the bridge,” Grey said. “Make your way through the city. That bastard is here.”

Amelia said. "I'm not saying....." Amelia didn't wait for me to finish before she interrupted me. "I can just book an Uber and walk outside myself if you insist," Amelia said. "You will get lost. Oh, you think I go outside and come back inside with an ordinary eye, right? This forest rotates around itself. You can take the path at the back of the house towards the tarred road and come back through the front path," I said, trying to scare her off and she fell for it immediately with the way she held my clothes.

The gravel crunches beneath the tires of the Rav four like breaking glass, a sound that causes Melody Blackthorne’s heart to hammer against her ribs. She cuts the engine, but her fingers remain glued, curled tight around the steering wheel until her knuckles turn the color of the white waves crashing ahead of her. For close to two thousand miles, she had checked her rearview mirror every sixty seconds, waiting for the sleek, silver glint of Blaze’s Mercedes to appear like a shark in the wake. She’s thirty-nine years old, and currently a fugitive from her own life, hiding on the sandy outskirts of Emerald Isle, North Carolina.

One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you." My throat tightened. Six years ago, I walked away from the lab that could have stopped this. Today, I walk back. Palm fronds whispered. Dust stirred, kissing the worn leather of my boots. The tarmac shimmered under 40°C—a heat meant to blister. Yet my skin only warmed. Gentle. Familiar. True. I am a daywalker. I always was. The humanity in my blood never faded. Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.”

Facing the camera, I spoke calmly, “No one loves me anymore, and I don’t have the courage to go on living. Fine. You can all just think of me as weak, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to record everything. Even if I die, I won’t let them get away with it.” In the video, I crouched by the shore of Exile Island, holding a sharpened piece of bamboo. Again and again, I struck it against a rock. My hands soon became a bloody mess, but I felt nothing. It was as if I had gone completely numb. Someone in the audience cried out, “What is Jacob doing, sharpening bamboo like that? He’s not thinking of ending it, is he?” “After everything he’s been through, it wouldn’t be surprising…”

she shouted suddenly. Her voice was stronger now. Louder. The ground beneath her exploded outward in a sharp wave. Not violent. But powerful. The shadow recoiled instantly. Pulled back like it had been burned. Emily stepped forward this time. Not back. Her breathing steadied. Her eyes focused. “You don’t get to take from me,” she said. The words were simple. But strong. The shadow hesitated. Then it moved again. Faster. Angrier. It lunged toward her.

Behind her stood a shadowed figure, its features hidden, but its presence sharp and cold. You were warned, the figure said, its voice like a blade. The woman’s shoulders shook. The fire in her eyes dimmed. Then the vision dissolved, leaving only heat and the sound of her own breath. ⸻ Rowan stumbled back, gripping her cloak. “Why are you showing me this?” Ember drifted closer, his warmth steady but somehow sorrowful. So you will not repeat it. Her voice shook. “Repeat what?” The flame pulsed once… then dimmed until only a faint ember remained. The molten ring cooled, its glow fading to black stone.

Ember whispered. Her hands continued to shake. She could not conceal it. Not from him. Kai lowered his forehead to hers, inhaling her scent. "Then whatever awaits within, we will confront it together. But we must be prudent. We will prepare." His tone became stern. "No rushing into the Temple alone, Ember." She remained silent. Because she understood what he would do if she revealed the final part of the vision. That the woman… possessed her eyes. A sharp whistle sliced through the air. Rowan dashed into the courtyard, breathless. "Kai! Ember! The outer sentries have reported a shadow moving through the woods. Something swift—too quick for any rogue."