An Ember In The Ashes Characters Novels & Stories

I watched him closely, the tension in his shoulders, the heaviness behind his silence and the way he sighed every two seconds. Something was off. “Eren?” I said gently, interlocking our fingers. “Where were you?” He looked at me. His eyes were haunted and empty. “I went on a rescue mission,we were able to locate the place thanks to Madison,” he said calmly. “At Birmingham docks. There were Hostages,mostly helpless women. It was… bad.” I waited. “But that wasn’t the worst part.” He leaned back, his fingers locking behind his neck, head tilted toward the ceiling.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

"For what?" "For everything," Asher replied, the briefest of smiles tugging at his lips. "I know this isn’t easy, but I appreciate it." Carlisle returned the smile, though it was small and laced with concern. "That’s what betas are for, right?" Asher nodded, but his thoughts were already elsewhere, focused on how to get back his family. *** Veronica had just finished wiping down the café’s counter when the chime above the door jingled, signalling a new customer. She glanced up with her usual warm smile. The man who walked in was dressed in a plain suit, the kind that was deliberately unremarkable.

And there, precisely where his instincts had placed her— Ember sat on the floor beside the shared wall, her posture defiant even in vulnerability, one knee drawn tight to her chest for leverage while the other leg stretched out in a casual sprawl that belied the situation’s gravity. The oversized tumbler rested precariously in her hand, the scotch within sloshing perilously close to the rim with each aftershock, and behind her on the counter, the empty ramen bowl stood abandoned, a small victory in the midst of turmoil—she’d finished it, at least, fueling herself against whatever came next.

What this Ember done to me? Ember. Just that name alone incited a strange feeling in the left part of my chest where as per demented idiots resided heart; an organ that I buried a thousand feet down my mind's region on that atrocious day. Yet that girl, that clumsy, knave girl somehow ended up digging it back up with only a naif gaze of her ocean-blue eyes. But only to slaughter it back. She was no different from those I had dealt with in the past, those who turned me into the beast I am today, the impassible monster. She did it all for money. She even settled with my enemy the second she left, the very one I warned her to avoid.

Brandon said, effectively stunning me into silence. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. Ember glowered at her mate but said nothing. That was definitely going to take some getting used to if we survived this. I couldn’t help but wonder what Asher would think if he could see his brother now. Honestly, it was a bit scary how well he and Ember fit one another. They both had stubborn and hotheaded down to an art form.

"You .. Don't have a soul ." he said with an unwavering eyes. who is he ? what is he talking about soul ?. I just wanted to take a walk in the garden alone for some peace while Ash went to check whether the Royal Ball is started or not ; so in the meantime , I thought of admiring these flowers ;soon I heard footsteps approaching closer to me . I turned back to see who is it. But unfortunately Its not Ash ,its a silhouette of a man in his twenties , I can see the lining in his silky black hair that's moving gracefully in the air . I don't know a character with black hair in this novel .is he a side role? but he's uselessly handsome.

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.

he asked curiously when I was silent. Before opening the gate of the graveyard, I answered him, "My mom." I got inside and stood in front of the second grave, where it was engraved, 'Emily Corbin.' "I thought your mom was alive," he let out in disbelief. "Everyone thinks that my mom was alive, and I have a happy family because I don't want people to know how sad the happy-go-lucky girl Ember is in reality," I told him with a sad smile. "This is where my mom stays, in a graveyard."