An Autumn In Amber Novels & Stories

"Well, it depends on until when the filming will last." "Then no." In the end, Amber had no other choice but to call Thyme's manager and told her that she couldn't go and assist Thyme for the day since she has something else to do. Upon arriving at their house, she offered Matthias to sit in the living room while she was changing clothes. It didn't take long for her to find something to wear. She only put on a black halter top paired with wide-legged jeans and white sneakers. She tied her hair in a ponytail before stepping out of her room only to see Matthias flipping through their photo album again.

She released a deep sigh and swayed her hands as a fan to act as if the heat was too much. “Oh God, Apollo. Is there even a fresh drinking water here? Anybody making their way up here could really feel thirsty,” she even scoffed. That was her dramatic reply to him. “My memory is pretty intact. I can clearly remember Simone has told me via text that an ATV vehicle will take you here,” he suspiciously uttered while closing the distance between them. “Look at you, you are almost soaking wet.” Her lips shake and tongue hides feeling ashamed. Red ripe tomato was what her face turned into.

As the pack prepared for the looming threat, Sandra found herself torn between her duty to the pack and her personal quest for justice. In the depths of the night, under the silvery glow of the moon, Sandra sought solace on the pack's grounds. She wandered through the familiar territory, her thoughts a tempest of conflicting emotions. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, a comforting backdrop to the tumult within her. As Sandra strolled, lost in contemplation, a figure emerged from the shadows – Beta Damien, a trusted member of the Eclipse Pack and Sandra's secret confidant. His eyes, a shade of deep amber, reflected concern as he approached her.

He walked over to me with a glass in his hand and draped an arm around my shoulder like old times. “Dylan, let bygones be bygones. We’ve been brothers for what, fifteen years? Let’s not let some little misunderstanding ruin our friendship.” Clara came over, too. She looped her arm through mine and teased, “I spent forever talking him down that day, you know. So don’t go getting all suspicious on us again.” I extended my hand and smiled genuinely before saying, “Jonah, I totally overreacted the other day. To make it right, I’ve got you something special.”

"I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!" "Then, I... will be the boyfriend of Nina, the owner of the shop that makes the best tiramisu in the world!" Ronan grinned. We left the shop laughing. Night had fallen outside, and warm yellow lights glowed around us. A gust suddenly swept through the alley. Ronan took my hand, and we jogged a few steps into the wind ahead of me. Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors.

--- POV Eleanor The cold wind entered through the door, bringing with it the first flakes of the snowstorm that had started during the early hours. Amber had convinced me to wait in the room while she looked for the perfect girl for our plan. At first, I had resisted, but she managed to persuade me by reminding me of the baby. I looked out the window again; it was almost noon, and Amber still hadn’t returned. The fear that she might be caught trying to go to the human world without authorization and end up imprisoned and punished because of me tormented me.

As I set up my laptop to continue my task a slender hand with garish orange nail polish set a crystal tumbler filled to the right mark with what could only be expensive whisky in front of me. Tracing the hand up I met the scintillating yellow-brown eyes of Amber. She was dressed in the casual maroon polo shirt that was the uniform of all the workers at The House coupled with a bartender's apron over a skirt that showed the right amount of the caramel skin on her mile long legs. “Haven't seen you in a while stranger,” her cherry red lips tugged upward. “Been busy,” I mumbled and raised the glass for a sip of whisky.

Walking up, I see the video on the screen shaking and not sure if this is normal. My mom hands me our family knife, and we follow the directions. I then hand the knife back to my mom. The camera shakes and, at first, I think it is an earthquake when the loud booms begin. The Amory yells through the directions and has us walk up to the fire. In Latin, he sends a chant to the Norns, asking for a smooth shift and a long life for all. I then reach to the fire when I hear the scariest and loudest scream come from the screen. At that moment, the fire rises and encompasses the group of us. It blinds me as I fall into darkness. I see more than one figure in the fire and it is so hazy, nothing makes

“I think I will.” The day passed slowly. Not in a dragging way. In a peaceful one. Conversations came easier. Movements felt lighter. Even silence didn’t feel heavy anymore. But as the sun began to set, painting the sky in warm gold and soft orange— Amber felt something shift again. Not outside but inside. She stood near the edge of the open space, watching the horizon as the light faded. Raymond found her there. Of course he did. “You keep doing that,” he said. Amber didn’t turn. “Doing what?” “Looking like you’re trying to understand something.” She exhaled softly.

Amber pov The sound of my phone vibrating against the coffee table made me turn sharply, surprised by the quick response. I hesitated, suddenly unsure whether I was ready for whatever Liam might have replied. Taking a deep breath, I crossed the room and picked up the phone. *Amber, good to hear from you. Glad the new position is working out. We're all doing well—Grace and Lucas moved back permanently last month. The garage is busier than ever with summer travel season. Renovating the cabin too, finally adding that second bedroom and expanded kitchen.*