A Shadow In The Ember Book Novels & Stories

She takes off her summer round cap and makes it as a handy fan although the wind is going frenzy already. The realization of the low probability of finding Apollo in the area makes her pull her hair slightly. Breathe in, breathe out, Emily. This is all your fault. So no one's to be blamed here. When her breathing came back to normal, she decided to start searching. Her main resolve is to ask any staff stationed at the lighthouse. She has seen guards opening the gate of the giant's hand, but never dared to approach them. Instead, she took the lane where most guests went into.

he said to himself, adjusting his hair before zooming off, still feeling the emptiness and heaviness in his heart. ***** “Aren’t you rushing this traveling stuff, Cal? You’re making me cry already,” Emily called, clinging tightly to her friend, her head resting on her shoulder. “We still have thirty more minutes to be all lovey-dovey,” Calista said, holding her and smiling as she watched the time with keen interest. “Thank you for all you do, Emily. I somehow wish you were coming with me.” “You don’t mean that, do you?” Willie chipped in defensively. “You want her to leave everything here and follow you to a destination we really don’t know what’s in store for us? That sucks.”

Matthias shouted to his parents, "Send Katana to my chambers now. Emma is in danger!" Matthias faded and entered their room to find Emma fading fast as a shadow sat upon her with a pillow held upon her head, suffocating her. He knew her heartrate was falling fast, and she was not long for this world. Charging at the shadow, he passed right through and fell upon the floor next to Emma. He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs.

After 2 days, Author's pov It was midnight, Ember was sleeping on her bed. Alone. That's when a shadow entered her room. She doesn't know who the person is?. She is sleeping heavily. That tall figure walked to her bed and saw her face which was shining under the moonlight. That person smirked and took out a chain from the pants' pocket. " Hello. Mrs Black, " that person said . ~~~~

“Who.” The air dropped in an instant. Breath froze in their lungs, every candle guttering but never quite dying. The chamber seemed to fold inward, as if the walls themselves bent closer, pressing down on their ribs. Then, with a groan that echoed like bones breaking, the seal cracked. From its heart spilled shadow — but not like theirs. Not crow-black. Not familiar. This shadow was older, heavier, soaked in memory. Its edges gleamed red as if dipped in fire. A feather emerged. Long. Brittle. Stained faintly with blood.

Recognition. Ember felt it at first, the scenery vibrating through her like a plucked string. Suddenly, I was back in the Emberclaw library, three weeks ago, the clock reading two in the morning. I was reaching for a book behind a locked case, a book I had absolutely no business touching. The lock was simple enough, but the contents? Not so much.

The sea below raged with unnatural fury. “There,” Rhian pointed. “See that tower? The shadow of it curves like a fang. That’s his keep.” Nova dismounted. “We will go on foot from here.” They tied the horses under a stone arch and continued, the fog thick as breath. Ember suddenly stopped. “She’s close,” she whispered. “But… he’s lying. He has more.” “More what?” Cassia asked. “Children,” Ember said. Cassia’s heart froze. “No”

Their blood spilled on the soil, and the tree absorbed it making it grow bigger than it already has. “Run! And never look back!” Ember shouted. That were the last words that Ember shouted before when felt like she was sucked. Just as she finished shouting those words, her eyes flew open and she was welcomed by darkness. No fire. No dead bodies. No dark creature. Her whole body was sweating profusely and her palm hurts. She scrambled out of bed and frantically turned on the lampshade on her nightstand.

One of the Shadows stated. "It's amazing what someone will do when they don't get what they want." Mimi shrugged. “Milo, you, Mimi and Babaloo take the cabin.” Fire instructed. “Fire we never take...” Mimi started. “It’s fine, turns out that Babaloo is a Shadow also.” “A bear shifter is a Shadow.” One of the other Shadow’s asked. "Cool, welcome to the family." They replied and welcomed Babaloo to the fold.

“If you were born from my defiance, you know I don’t hand over power easily.” The embers along its body flared, and suddenly the shadow lunged. It moved like liquid darkness, slipping under her guard and brushing its hand—a hand made of nothing but heatless flame—along her cheek. The air between them crackled, and she saw a flicker of something not here: armies kneeling in ash, skies lit by falling stars, the Hollow’s gates yawning open. Ruby’s blade whistled past her shoulder, forcing the shadow back a step. It didn’t react as if it had been struck—more as if the act itself was mildly inconvenient.