An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

And I was dying on the inside, heaven save me. "Ashley, what's wrong with her?" Ashley looked at me with concern and question in her eyes, and I nodded in consent to the unformed question, "Ember? Ash?" "She doesn't feel well because she rejected her fated mate." Axel froze, before slowly looking at Ashley, and then to me, "Ember, you did what?"

If pretending to be a dead billionaire’s wife was the price, she’d pay it. “When do I meet him?” she asked quietly. KJ’s lips curved into a grin. “Soon. But first, you need to be prepared.” Ivy’s heart dropped. She stared at Damon’s photo one last time. Cold. Powerful. Deadly. She was about to play with fire. --- DAMON’S LUXURIOUS MANSION Rain poured relentlessly, beating down like war drums. Inside, the only sound was Damon’s ragged, dangerous breathing. The room was in ruins. Books scattered across the marble floor. Shattered glass sparkled like cursed stars. A once-expensive painting lay torn in half. Damon stood in the center, shirt unbuttoned, chest heaving, fists bloodied.

The weight of the past never truly disappears—it lingers, waiting for the right moment to resurface. Natalie Evans sat in the dimly lit cabin, the flames from the fireplace flickering against the stone walls. The air smelled of burning wood, crisp mountain air filtering in through the slightly open window. She listened in silence as the person before her detailed everything she had missed since her disappearance.

The Ember Cradle was not a place. It was a wound. Nestled deep in the Ashen Range, where no map dared ink and no bird dared fly, it pulsed with molten breath and whispers older than the gods. The mountains bled fire from their peaks, as though the world itself wept for what had been sealed beneath it.

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.

"Arwyn. Tell me what’s really going on." I paused, taking a breath, unsure how much to reveal. My heart hammered against my ribs, the truth threatening to spill out. I couldn’t tell him I had planned this night. "Back at the Wreath," I said slowly, "Pete wanted me to travel to Emrin, to kill a priestess, and retrieve an ancient book. I overheard Marlon and Garmon whispering about it before—something powerful, tied to the Ember." His frown deepened. "You... kill people?"

Hermione got up slowly from her seat and headed for the stairs. In she was in Ruke’s room. She needed space to process the ghastly revelation, she was so tired. First, her mother had left and now she was going to lose her mate because of some stupid reincarnation bullshit. At that moment she knew that there was going to be another war, it was coming and she wasn’t going to waste the time she had with her mate brooding. She stood up and made for the door. Her hands were inches from the doorknob when it was opened from the outside and Ruke walked in, his hair wet. “I used Raphael’s bathroom, figured you needed space.

"My goodness! We actually have a thief in our office. No wonder my biscuits and snacks kept going missing from my table!" Vernon stood next to Peggy. After ordering security to block off all exits, they began searching everyone. Once it was my turn, I set the box down so I could cooperate with the search. Clearly, Vernon was momentarily startled upon noticing the asteroid figurine at the very top of the box. However, he still asked security to dump all the contents of the box onto the floor. Everything fell to the floor with a loud crash. The figurine was completely smashed to bits. It was like my relationship of six years with Vernon. Once there were cracks, things between us could never be

The cutter straightened his posture and nodded firmly. "Miss, don't worry. With over a decade of experience in stone cutting, I'll make sure not to damage your stone." Aspen smiled confidently. "Good. Then follow my instructions and make the cut." The man carefully brought the blade down, following Aspen's precise directions without a single deviation. As the outer layers were stripped away, the crowd collectively gasped as the interior was revealed. "It's a high-quality translucent emerald! Aspen's got an incredible eye for this."

Asher had crashed into a building, bringing it down instantly. As he got up, he stared at the people in front of him and then he heard the voice in his mind. ‘Yes Asher, go on, kill them, kill them all. They killed her, they took her from you. Kill all of them, show them what you are made of.’ His eyes were pitch black and raising his hand, more buildings set ablaze. Screams of pain filled everywhere and although Edward tried to quench the fire, more buildings kept burning and with each passing second, countless wolves fell to their death.