A Shadow In The Ember Novels & Stories

Her tears fell soundlessly into the water. Finally, Ember couldn’t take it anymore. Her vision went black as she lost consciousness, sinking slowly to the bottom of the crimson-stained fountain.

I growled, my fists clenching at my sides. I hated the way the full moon made me feel: weak, helpless, out of control. But just as I was about to turn away from the window, something caught my eye. A figure, moving quietly—almost too quietly—near the pack gates. I squinted, my heart skipping a beat when I realized who it was. Ember. “Speak of the devil,” I mumbled under my breath. She was walking with her head down, trying to stay hidden, but there was no mistaking her. Her small body, the way her hair caught the early morning light.

Ember immediately starts speaking Japanese as she seemed to understand these men better than me. *Ember* I stop tickling Damian as the shadows around us start to move. My body tenses up as I see katanas in their hands. Binx darts behind me. "Nope nope nope I ain't attacking them. I'm too young to die!" "I feel the love." I whisper.

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

I called out into the void. My voice didn’t echo, but I knew she could hear me somewhere. “It’s me. Ember. Listen to me.” I steadied myself and tried again, softer this time. “I’m not here to hurt you. Don’t shut me out. I need your help.” The shards continued to spread, curling through the void like pale smoke. “If you trust me, just for a moment—let me guide this place. Let me use my powers to cleanse this place. I promise I won’t take anything from you. I’ll clear it out and leave everything as it was.”

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”

The lock clicked, loud in the silence. The shower water burned, a desperate attempt to wash away the night. Ava scrubbed her skin red, but his scent lingered. She stared at her flushed face and wide, scared eyes in the steamy mirror. What did I do? Dressed, she avoided her reflection. The room felt charged, heavy with unspoken words. She couldn't face him yet. She needed time, space. Sunlight, sharp and bright, hit Lucas's face. Ava gasped, a tiny sound. "Damn," she whispered, rushing to the window, fumbling with the heavy drapes. She pulled them shut, making the room dim again.

Kruz said. “I think only my dad knows, well and me, who our Shadows are.” Ali stated. “Daniel, do you have any Shadows in your pack?” Dakota asked. “Aside from Amy?” He asked with a snicker. “Nope, not that I’ve seen.” He lightly laughed. “I don’t think I would even know how to identify a possible Shadow.” He admitted. “Amy can help you with that when she gets there.” Kasper said, looking at Amy. “She’ll let us know if anyone shows potential.” Kyde told them.

The light kissed the earth with its golden excellence and comforting warmth as the army marched on from Elkshire towards Pyre. Avera stood among the ranks, walking on alongside the people in their steady march onward into battle with Benjamin at their head. The clouds began to gather and the light dimmed as they approached the maurium capital. The dark haze which overshadowed the city began to impede her view, and she wondered how they would fight when they could barely see. “We’re losing visibility,” Kypher commented, and she could sense the tension in his voice.

She could have kicked herself for being so stupid. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Faye chastised herself for not bringing a flashlight as the darkness grew more palpable with every step she took. The grave with the angelic headstone she had seen in her dream was in the older section of the cemetery and she made her way through overgrown tombstones and briars to reach it. When she finally stood before it, Faye gasped, as in the darkness by a flash of lightening, she saw the name it bore. . . .