A Vow Of Embers Novels & Stories

This infuriating woman always knew how to ignite his fire. "Ha, why are you looking at me like that? If you want to punish me, go ahead..." Serena teased, grabbing Damien's half-open collar and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. With such provocation, if Damien could hold back, he'd be a saint, but unfortunately, he wasn't. Serena was right; her body was even more fiery than her appearance. The two of them, both burning with desire, tangled together as if trying to melt into one another.

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…”

he replied through gritted teeth. "So she’s practically innocent?" Dave raised a brow, making Andreas look at him. "She’s not innocent. Her criminal father has done enough. And he left his daughter behind to pay for all of his evil deeds," the woman roared with hatred, once again answering for him. Andreas, on the other hand, remained silent as he averted his eyes and looked at his glass. *** The moon was bright in the clear sky, making the night even more beautiful. The road was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the cold, gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. There were only a few passersby, as it was already past midnight.

“We fight.” In the Shadows Ignis stood in the dark. Watching through fire. He had seen everything. Lycan’s death. Zuri’s grief. Daisy’s pain. He smiled. “Let them gather. Let them burn with hope.” He turned to the white-haired girl—**Ember**. “Soon,” he said. “The child will come to me. And when she does… she will burn this world to ash.” Rosa’s POV They told me Lycan was gone.

“Who are they?” Kael’s jaw tightened, his words looming heavy with gravity. “The ones who burn without purpose. The ones who forgot what fire is for.” With that, he turned away, gathering Ember’s belongings with swift, practiced hands, a sense of urgency imbued in his every movement. Ember’s pendant pulsed once—soft, warm, like a heartbeat reminding Isla of an inner light. It shimmered faintly in the half-light, and with an imperceptible shift in the atmosphere, the monitor beside the bed flickered, then went dark.

The ones others called dangerous or cursed. Ariya made them powerful. She made them believe. Ember had stood at her side, not just as protector but as twin flame, tied by something deeper than blood. A bond older than their names, older than their fear. They were everything to each other. And then, they lost everything. - Ember’s steps slowed as she reached a clearing where stones jutted from the earth like old bones. She knelt, brushing frost away from a mark half buried in dirt, a crescent moon with a slash of lightning.

“Like a fuse reaching its end. No hesitation. No bargaining. They destroyed themselves before we could bind them, before we could question them, before we could take even one living breath of truth from their throats.” Apollo did not respond immediately. Instead, something older stirred in his memory. A battlefield a millennium ago. Ash-choked skies. A line of warriors wreathed in fire that did not consume them until they willed it. The Emberborn. They had been the only force he had encountered that treated flame as both weapon and covenant. When captured, when restrained, when faced with interrogation, they had ignited from within—Emberflame bursting through bone and sinew in controlled imm

“Bond hums fiercer than ever—potent mingle there; share a drop for the howls' edge, make our claws void-proof?” Voss pyre-flared into existence with a cane-thump that scorched the flagstones, her eyes covetous-blazing like shard-fed embers, flames licking eager from her fingertips as she leaned forward, milky gaze probing our violet haze with intensity. “Undercrypt pyres burn eternal in my blood now— but the crown pulses heart-deeper still, a vengeance that crowns all if the diad unlocks its secrets. My rituals crave that essence-call; don't hoard it from an old flame like me—share the glow, or watch pyres dim under void's chill?” she crackled with a raspy laugh, her pyre-warmth radiating cl

"Why the screaming lady?" She was inquiring as to his flag. "Because it's a sigil of horror. Screams are loud and sharp." She probably wasn't allowed to ask many questions. Maybe, this was the first time she was having a normal conversation with someone outside the court. "The black colour of the flag represents the Night, and a presence that can't be felt. The white outline of the lady means we move light. Of course, there are different tactics, as there are times we march up to the enemy." "How would you engage king Elton if you were to see him fall?"