A Vow Of Embers Novels & Stories

"I should pretend, after sleeping with my boyfriend on my bed, who gives a rat's ass about you, I wish everyone of you dies." "Hey, stop that,' Jeremy whispered as he got close to me. I shrugged his arm off me and continued. "I don't know what you actually think you are by getting in bed with my boyfriend, but I hate you so much, you disgust me. I wish you would die on a train and be scattered to pieces." "How dare you?" He snarled, wanting to attack me when Noah blocked his path and shook his head. "Don't do this, Aiden."

"Fragments. Moments. Enough to know that we've done this dance before." Lena stood a few feet away, her expression unreadable through the heat distortion. "Focus, Ember," she called. "Pull it back inside. Contain it." Ember closed her eyes, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. The light beneath her skin began to recede, drawing back into her core like the tide returning to the sea. The temperature in the warehouse dropped degree by degree, though the metal pipes overhead still glowed red. When she opened her eyes again, they were still shot through with gold, but the multiple voices had faded from her speech. "We're bound," she said simply. "Across time. Death. Rebirth."

he answered. “Okay, how about this? Who among you are in favour of letting it stay?” JM asked the body. Kace closed her eyes not wanting to look. Why are they suddenly voting for this? This isn’t right. Stephen whispered beside her. "Kace, don't lose hope. Look."

Whenever anyone said I wasn’t worthy of him, he would take my hand and stand beside me without hesitation. Back when Grandma Mae was alive, she had patted his hand and entrusted me to him. His eyes had blazed with certainty as he swore, "Don’t worry, Grandma. I love Lila more than I love myself. I’ll never let her suffer. I promise, we’ll marry in your courtyard, so you can watch her walk down the aisle with your own eyes." Those words had been carved in stone, eternal and unshakable. Alas, I had forgotten that even stone can be worn down, and time can dissolve even the most solemn vows.

Then she left the country, vowing never to return. Yvan said it as if it were nothing. However, I knew Wren's fiery spirit; she must have blown up at him.

" I looked into his deep eyes and saw my reflection clearly within them. In this life, there was no betrayal, no despair. Only blooming flowers and a love that would never fade. "Joseph, I love you too."

Resting in her palm was a single ember. Not hot. Not cold. Just waiting. > “Then take this,” she whispered. “The flame they called forbidden. The one they were too afraid to name.” — The Flame’s Question Azriel reached for the ember. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed once, steady and warm, like a hand on his back saying: yes. And the ember didn’t flare—it opened. The sky outside split—not in fury, but in invitation. The boy jolted awake, his breath catching like a note in a broken song.

Memories swirled in her mind, each one tugging at her heart like a relentless tide, making her tremble with the intensity of her emotions. Staying there much longer would only deepen the ache in her heart—a heart already burdened with more grief than it could possibly hold. She refused to allow herself to sink further into despair, determined to find a sliver of light amid the shadows that threatened to engulf her. With a deep breath, she turned away from the window, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead.

"How many times are you going to repeat that lie? What, are you going to say that pile of rotten flesh in the yard is him again?" He raised his voice. "Take that thing outside and burn it. Turn it to ash and mix it into the soil for the roses." I watched as what remained of my son was thrown into the fire. This time, I did not struggle. He was already gone. That body meant nothing anymore. Better to let it burn clean… and let him leave this world. Maybe in his next life, he would be born into a kinder family. Live a quiet, happy life. Eleanor looked at Connor, then at me. She did not know who to believe.

I looked up. The priest stared at me for one sad second, before he cleared his throat and began the vows. “Do you accept Dimitri Volkov, as your lawful husband..” My nails dug into my palms, as I clenched my fist. No please, I wouldn't. I will never! “To have and to hold..” My throat constricted. “from this day forward, for better or for worse,” I reached out one hand to steady my pounding heart. “for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?”