An Ember In The Ashes Audiobook Novels & Stories

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

Ember(As Ash) POV That voice wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. I hadn’t heard my mother’s voice in over a decade, and even back then, it was never soft like that. She didn’t whisper. She barked. She bled orders. She didn't beg. But standing in the middle of the corridor, I swore it came from just outside the training yard. Soft. Calling my name. Not Ash. Ember. I stood frozen. Breath shallow. Muscles locked. Skin cold.

“Asher, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what it was at first, I—” “You shouldn’t have been in here to start with!” Asher rarely yelled, but his voice had taken on a deadly tone. “I just wanted to know more about you,” she said, and stood up from the chair. “You had no right, Emerson! No right!” Asher stormed out of the room, and walked to the living room. He knelt in front of the fireplace, and started stacking kindling and balling up newspapers. Emerson stood behind him, watching his every move. He opened the matchbook and lit a match. The newspapers lit up immediately, the kindling crackling as the flames leaped around them.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

"I can see it all. The binding ritual. The sacrifice. The way you smiled at me, Dain, right before you drove the blade in." Another tremor shook the building, stronger than before. Books fell from shelves in the outer room, and somewhere distant, I heard the crash of falling debris. This place wouldn't stand much longer if whatever was happening continued to escalate. Ember turned suddenly, and for a heart-stopping moment, I thought she'd sensed my presence. But her eyes looked through me, focused on something only she could see. The memories flooding through her transformed her face—grief, rage, and determination battling for dominance in her expression.

he continued, pulling the chair in closer, "what is it I can do for you?" "I read in a book," she began, curiously watching him, "about a man appointed by the Council as an ambassador to Pyre. While in Pyre he endured much hardship. Still, he was faithful to his charge. I thought the book was old. I thought that it told stories of a far away time. Then, I saw something that changed my mind about it. It was a photograph taken at the dedication of a library, the same library where I met Benjamin in the ruins. In the photograph, I saw Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge standing side by side with Casper, Ramus, and Stephan. Sebastian was there, too, with his apprentice and the Ambassador beside the

Then closing my eyes and blocking my sense of smell I lied down doing a one-eighty degree spin getting my body all soaked up. Sitting up I looked around, and a tremble went down my spine. Gradually everything was getting gulped by the raging fire, and the putrid smoke darkened the day like the middle of a night. The hellish appearance the jungle wore incited fright through my veins. We're going to die. "Ember." That's the end. "Ember!" This is going to be a horrible death.

"You are just a kind-hearted lady, how come I don't see that in the beginning?" "Maybe because you were a bit blind? It's normal for people who have a penchant for mischief. I will not repeat myself, darling. If you try to make me angry, I will show you the other side of me which not many people are privy to." Ember smiled and walked out of her room. As she headed downstairs, Ellie ended the call and smiled as she had it on record now. "Dad, did you hear what she just said?" "That she can make you disappear and a lot of mean stuff?"

"I could see it in your eyes that you were desperate to find the real killer." "Thank you, Detective Taylor." One month later, Aidan was executed. He died in prison. I submitted my resignation to Ravenshire State Medical Center. Then I returned to Ashford Hollow, held a funeral for Aidan, and buried his ashes. After I went back to Ravenshire, I threw everything in my house that belonged to my mother into the trash. Once everything was cleared out, I sold the house. Then I left the country and began a new life. The following spring, I received an email from Detective Taylor. Attached was a letter my mother had written in prison. Her handwriting was neater than I expected.

More importantly, why target Ember? I leaned back slowly. For the first time that morning, my full attention locked onto the problem. Because it was no longer a simple kidnapping attempt. Lewis must have reached the same conclusion. “I don’t like it.” Neither did I. The room fell silent. I stared at the image again. Every instinct I possessed told me we were missing something important. “Dig deeper.” Lewis nodded. “Already started.” I leaned forward. “Someone put her in that room with Ember.” My voice had gone colder than intended.