A Shadow In The Ember Novels & Stories

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day. That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd. "The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me." Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden. "I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures.

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.

In the next instant, the candle flames turned ashen gray. Varek exhaled in relief. He hastened to the balcony and threw open the doors to the biting cold beyond, then brought his bloodied fingers to his lips and blew. The whistle that followed carried a pitch no ordinary ear could have perceived. Moments later, a shadow passed low over the rooftops, vast enough to swallow the meagre light spilling from the window as it descended. A Crow the size of a grown man alighted upon the balcony railing, its plumage a deep, iridescent black. Threads of silver ran through it, starlight caught beneath its feathers, shimmering only when it moved. Its pitch-black eyes gleamed with wit and intelligence, an

They were separating us. I turned towards Ember. She was no longer inside the circle. "Ember!" I found her several feet away. She stood perfectly still between two trees, staring north. Silver light shone beneath the back of her coat. My blood ran cold. "No." Her head tilted slightly. Then she started walking. "EMBER!" She didn't stop. I lunged towards her, but something struck my side. I caught the corpse by its ruined face and drove it into a tree hard enough to break its skull.

“One who has not yet risen. When they do, the world will tilt. And only the gatekeeper can choose which shadow survives.” My skin prickled. Something shifted inside me. A cold blooming beneath my ribs, wrapping around my flame like an answering twin. I gasped, clutching my chest. Orion was instantly at my side, eyes sharp with alarm. “Ember—?” “Shadow,” I whispered. “It’s waking up inside me.” The flames that once answered me alone danced now with shadowed tendrils, smoke and fire twining like fate. Lazriel turned to me slowly. “You are both.”

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

Fenix said as Samantha nodded. “I agree on that,” she agreed as Fenix chuckled. They talked for a few moments, walking down the streets as Samantha stared at the darkening skies. Time to get going, I guess, she mused as she excused herself from Fenix before taking her leave. Samantha whistled, walking along the small trail that led to the darkened, foggy forest where the Shadow Pack lived. She was happy, humming a lullaby before her acute hearing picked up some noises behind her. Samantha stilled in her walk. Her hair rose at her nape as she felt the disturbance of energy in the small trail.

No one in their right mind would look at it and think it’s the hideout of Pasithea’s Emperor. When Z arrived just outside it, she raised her hand. A light burst from somewhere and, with a blink, ignited a dark flame that engulfed Z’s whole body. It gave off a tickling feeling, but it disappeared just as her shadow started feeling a little edgy. She was wearing her shadow as usual. It was shaped into a tube and leggings that flew off sparks now and then. But it wasn’t really what extinguish the fire. It vanished because she had no weapon that would deem the council suspicious. Otherwise, it would’ve burnt her to death.