An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I’m going before I spontaneously combust.” He nodded once, slow and steady. Like he was agreeing to the terms of a ceasefire that neither of them actually wanted. The silence stretched between them after his slip, thick and weighted. Ember could still feel the echo of it—you smell incredible—like it had lodged somewhere beneath her ribs and refused to dislodge. She shifted her weight, suddenly too aware of the way the shirt brushed her thighs, of how every nerve in her body had just perked up like it’d heard its name called. “Right,” she said briskly, because if she didn’t keep moving she might actually combust. “Guest room.” She turned before he could respond, already halfway down the hall

Around midnight she reached the section describing Meher's gradual decline. The whispers. The forest. The growing suspicion. The fear. A knot formed in her stomach. She kept reading. Then came the murder. The rain. The clearing. Meher's final words. I have only loved you. Aisha closed the notebook abruptly. The room felt too warm. For several moments she simply sat there staring at nothing. The tragedy struck harder than she expected. Not because it was real. Because it wasn't. Somehow that made it worse. A fictional murder should not have felt devastating.

she vowed. Together, they watched the last flickers die—not in darkness, but in the promise of dawn yet to come Epilogue The Ember That Remains The embers pulsed low in the ceremonial brazier, casting soft golden light across the stone walls of the newly built Ember Hall. Around them, shelves filled with reclaimed manuscripts and recovered sigils whispered of ancient wisdom not hoarded, but shared. A circle of chairs stood unoccupied for now, waiting not for secrecy, but for seekers.

“Not you.” I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. Cameras flashed as whispers exploded. Miranda made a choked sound and grabbed her purse. Zane never looked away from me. And just like that, in front of the entire room, he burned every bridge behind us and set the world on fire.

And once I found it, wounded and weak, its eyes already changing colours and life almost draining out of it, my heart had clenched. And so I crouched low to its level, brushed my fingers over it and with much gentleness, I carried it to my hands like it were some child before I walked over to a low pavement I could climb. I laid him down gently and then sat beside it before I opened the book in my hands to read. It was titled, “SPELLS AND CHANTS.” As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction.

And the dream began to collapse. Stone fractured. Fire curled upward. The bones of the sanctum groaned. Victor vanished in a torrent of ash. Emilia turned to Asher, her body trembling. He caught her. And the stronghold burned. The fire cracked like bone splitting, each roar from the collapsing beams echoing like war drums across the mountainside. Embers soared into the air like burning moths. Emilia stood still amid the smoke, her eyes not glowing—but hollow, rimmed in the ash of what she’d become. Ashes clung to her cheeks, mingling with blood, with sweat, with the ghost of everything she’d nearly lost.

“Velise’s scent is everywhere.” Kellan’s expression darkened. “Then are we safe here?.” Ember’s gaze lingered on the ruins one last time. The glow was gone now, leaving only the faint scent of flowers and ash. But she could still hear the echo of Velise’s words in her mind.. still gentle and soft but mournful. He’s not gone, only waiting now. As they turned back toward the pack house, Ember walked beside Darius in silence hands clog to each other feeling relifed but doubtful. The forest had fallen quiet again, but the unease in her chest refused to fade away.

Magic that carries names older than language. She walks into the courtyard of Emberhold. And as she passes, the ash lifts in spirals. It does not settle. It curls. And across the stone, in lines of scorched sigil, a word appears. Not spoken. Formed. One word. Ashwake.

"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."

She swept his legs. He hit the floor. Another attacker rushed Maya. She stepped aside. Julian intercepted him. A sharp impact. The man went down. Maya glanced at Julian. “You’re getting predictable.” He looked at her. “You’re getting arrogant.” “Maybe.” A faint smile touched his mouth. Then another explosion erased it. The floor shook. Clara’s voice screamed through the comm. “EMP!” Julian immediately understood. “Everybody down!” The electromagnetic pulse hit. Every electronic device in the corridor died.