A Vow Of Embers Novels & Stories

The warmth around the Heartfurnace faltered. One by one, torches dimmed. Children cried out in confusion. A baby wailed. A wind, unnatural and whispering, began to circle the village. Sarah shouted from the other end of the courtyard. “He’s not here to fight—he’s here to disrupt! He’s a living null zone!” Emma stepped forward. “Then I’ll give him something he can’t steal.” And she did the unthinkable. She poured all her Ember into the air. A pulse of raw, defiant heat spread through the village like a shockwave. It was not controlled. Not focused. But it was alive.

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.

Emotion moved through her eyes then, quick and unguarded, something she did not manage to hide in time. “So this is what I promise.” My voice settled. “For as long as this binding holds, what is mine to protect, I protect. What threatens you, answers to me. You will not stand against this Realm alone, not while my name is tied to yours.” I held her gaze. “That is the vow. Nothing more. Nothing I do not mean.” The Elder waited a moment, as though making sure I was finished, then gave a slow nod. “Spoken and witnessed by the moon.” He turned to Amber, his hands folding in front of him. “Princess Amber Crystabel Moon. The vow now passes to you. Speak your promise, witnessed by the Realm and bou

Aleksei POV The tires of the car screeched as I drove out of the warehouse, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly , my stitched knuckles threatens to burst open again, I was furious ,completely mad and I needed to put a bullet in someone heads and the worst part was that raging emotions in my chest had nothing to do with the dead shooter. It was because of violet, she has an unmatched talent for bringing out the worst in me, my mind reluctantly snapped back to her lips and the lingering taste of strawberry on my tongue.

He sat up. And saw her. Standing in the doorway. Scar under her jaw. Smoke still in her hair. But her eyes? Peaceful. And dangerous. She said nothing. He said: “Did you win?” Ember walked forward. And said the only thing that mattered. “I remembered who I am.” LOCATION: Cinder Vault – Post-Erasure TIME: 11:41 a.m. The vault was collapsing. Flames crawled along the ceiling panels, eating away the metal like old sins peeling free of bone. The purge sequence ticked louder with every step Ember took.

“I walked through the fire and came out stronger. Unlike you, I embraced the shadows. Now, the vow’s true power is mine.” John’s mind flashed to all they had fought for love, trust, sacrifice. And now, everything was crumbling under the weight of betrayal. Suddenly, Marcus raised his hand, and the obsidian heart pulsed violently. A wave of energy surged toward John and Sarah, threatening to tear them apart. But just as the blast hit, Sarah stepped forward, placing her hand over John’s. Their combined will flared, creating a barrier of pure light. The chamber shook, dust falling like rain, and in that moment, John realized the vow was not just a curse or a prison it was a battlefield of heart

And I see it. A ring of trees scorched black at the base, yet alive. In the center, glowing like an ember from the bones of the earth, is the Heartwood Emberroot. Blood-red tendrils curl around stone. Fire dances faintly through its veins. I step forward. “Wait,” Inferno warns. “He’s coming.”

“I can’t keep living like this, feeling like everyone is walking on eggshells around me.” I reached out, my hand brushing his, a spark shooting through me at the touch. “Soon,” I said, my voice shaking. “I promise. Just… stay close tonight, okay? I’m scared, too.” He nodded, his hand closing around mine, warm and solid. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice steady now, like he was making a vow. He glanced at the note again, his jaw tightening. “And whoever’s doing this? They’re not touching you. I won’t let them.”

“They say the Ember Vault holds a memory too dense. Too concentrated. Not a person. Not a moment. A root trauma. Something that predates even the Charter’s first generation.” Tarek, brow furrowed, asked, “Do we know who sealed it?” “No,” Marisol replied. “Only that it was sealed in silence, not song.” --- Part III – Rowan Hears the Calling At night, Rowan dreamt of fire—not wild, not cruel, but contained. It danced inside a sphere, humming. At its center: a child with no face, wrapped in red silk, silently screaming. When he awoke, the words of his grandmother’s lullaby were changed:

BLURB Elias Marchetti was seven years old the night his father's name became a curse. Everyone in Ironmouth believes Salvatore Marchetti murdered Adrian Cassano, the golden heir of the city's most powerful family, over a debt no one can prove existed. Elias has spent nineteen years paying for a crime he didn't commit: spat on in the street, denied work, watched like a rabid dog waiting to bite. Then Kai Cassano comes back to Ironmouth. Adrian's younger brother was twelve when his father died. He grew up cold, sharp, and starving for the one thing that could quiet the noise in his head, the blood of the man who took his father from him. When he can't find Salvatore, he settles for