An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Alex must never suspect anything. Not a single doubt can enter his mind. If he does, everything burns — including whatever fragile love you've managed to cultivate in this house of ashes." With those ominous parting words, the mysterious figure melted silently into the surrounding darkness, leaving Eve completely alone in the charred remnants of the east wing. She stood there motionless for several long moments, her mind swirling with a torrent of new threats, fresh possibilities, and overwhelming emotions. The night remained deep and unforgiving around her, the conversation replaying endlessly in her thoughts as she clutched the envelope tightly. She had bought precious time, but the dange

I called out into the void. My voice didn’t echo, but I knew she could hear me somewhere. “It’s me. Ember. Listen to me.” I steadied myself and tried again, softer this time. “I’m not here to hurt you. Don’t shut me out. I need your help.” The shards continued to spread, curling through the void like pale smoke. “If you trust me, just for a moment—let me guide this place. Let me use my powers to cleanse this place. I promise I won’t take anything from you. I’ll clear it out and leave everything as it was.”

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

"Oh sh*t! F*ck! What the hell?!" He cursed as panic engulfed him in multiple waves. His body instantly reacted as well, jolting and shaking tremendously. Kamman, seeing he was awake, smiled for the first time that day. "Our sleeping beauty is finally awake?" he said. Asia was quite confrontational, but he was dealing with a lot at the moment, so he did not respond to his question. Kamman didn't mind and continued. "Let's continue our conversation from where we left off last time. See this remote control? An unpleasant answer could make my hand slip and hit a button. Then you'll be falling from a very high place. So let us be careful. Okay?"

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…”

I said, willing her to continue. She grimaced as she wrapped a hand around my arm. Her hand felt warm to the touch and I looked into her eyes waiting for the supposed shoe to drop. I didn't feel anything, and couldn't help wondering if this was how the men felt disintegrating into ash in the bookshop before Ember incinerated them. "I'm not burnt to ashes yet," I said thoughtfully looking at Ember's hand clutching around my forearm. She blinked out of shock. "Nothing happened. You are still here…"

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

“They think you’re losing it.” “I am losing it. And maybe that’s what it’ll take.” She was quiet, studying me. Then, softly: “We’re with you.” I turned toward her. She held out a small vial. Inside it, a flame flickered. White with specks of gold. Not like any fire I’d seen before. “What is it?” I asked. “Part of the original ember,” she said. “From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.”

Rafael at Ember’s bedside. She’s six. Feverish. He’s whispering lullabies. > "Ash is stronger than Ember. Ember flickers. Ash survives." BACK TO NOW. Ember’s breathing was shallow. “Say her name,” she demanded. Morrow tilted her head. “Say ‘please.’” Ember fired. The shot went wide intentional. A warning. A crack of thunder that echoed off the white walls like judgment. Morrow didn’t blink. She simply stood. Moved toward Ember.

And yet instead of being comforted, coldness crept up and down her body. She shook her head and opened the paper bag. Her hand raised a black bonnet, in which she placed on her head until only a pair of cold blue eyes gleamed under the moon. She picked a lighter out from her pocket and lit the the paper bag on fire. A plastic scent filled her nose, but it was quickly replaced by the smell of smoke and the scattered ashes. She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared.