An Ember In The Ashes Characters Novels & Stories

I look over to see Ryker, or what's left of him tossed to the ground. I run over in their direction, screaming orders out like a maniac. I pick up Ryker, and begin to carry him back to the car. Jonas flanks me, and helps Ethan, bringing him back to the cars. Just as we get to the shelter of the cars, a massive explosion erupts from underground. Sending a cloud of dust and rocks flying into the air. I turn to look at Ethan. "Where is she?" I ask, getting directly to the point. However Ethan doesn't say anything, rather his eyes shift behind me. I look back around, understanding what he can't seem to bring himself to say.

Cursing, Asher turned off the shower and wrapped his wet body in his black robe. He immediately pulled a cigarette from his stash and lit it. “Damn!” He would only smoke if things got out of hand and he can’t answer questions that have been bugging him. And what happened in the carnival last night bothers the hell out of him. What is Emerald? Was she a monster? A witch? A vampire? Or maybe a shapeshifter. He doesn’t know the answer to it, and neither did Marana. Asher was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. His eyebrows knitted and waited for the person to talk.

If I did that though he wouldn't have any magic and I would be the one consumed by the darkness. She was stressed. Of course, she's stressed… someone she cares about is giving into their dark impulses. I can't picture Ash as a dark person. He's too smiley and goofy, from the few times I've seen or interacted with him. He's protective and strong, but I would never picture him evil. Me: I am so sorry, Ember. I'll try and help however I can.

And for the first time, whispers her old codename: “E1–Ash.” Later that night. The rain hit the Vairo estate like bullets. Lucien stood by the window, shirtless, bruised, watching the storm devour the skyline. Behind him, Ember sat at the edge of the bed, bandaging her palm. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Then Ember said quietly, “She’s going to keep taking pieces of me.” Lucien turned. “Then we stop giving her time.” “No. She doesn’t want time,” Ember whispered. “She wants to be me.”

“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.”

She used her elbow to push him aside and grabbed Lola’s hand. “She’s leaving with me,” Ember stated and walked away with Lola beside her. Ash panted as he watched the girls walk away. He fixed his shirt and clenched his jaw. His chest rose and fell heavily as he looked around the metal pipes, concrete bars, and laters that were messily thrown around him. His face tensed and he screamed out the anger inside of him as his fist pounded against the wall, this time inching deep into the concrete and leaving a hole the size of his arm.

"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

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Kamman, however, didn't share the same emotions, and his face grew dark when he stared at Asia. "Why did you kill them?" He asked, getting straight to the point. "This again?!" Asia rolled his eyes, thinking about that time Kamman accused him of killing his father. He was hoping for something more fun. However, Kamman continued: "Cheongyeon, you killed the entire gang, and I had to clean up after you." Asia, rumored to have perfect control of his emotions and an unparalleled poker face, was definitely not expecting that, and shock briefly ran through his eyes. He rushed to cover it, but Kamman had noticed it almost immediately. He smiled at the realization. He was right.

My chest constricted until I could barely breathe. I tried to steady myself with reason. Emily had been devastated that day , she did not know the truth. She did not see me running through the flames, coughing on smoke, clutching two tiny bodies swaddled in blankets. Emily did not see me swear silently to God that I would protect them if no one else could. She had been dragged out, screaming for them, and I was the one who carried them into the night. I really thought she had abandoned them in the fire and run off with her son but it turns out she does not even know if her son is alive or not .