An Ember In The Ashes Characters Novels & Stories

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

“Let me help you, Rose.” “It wouldn't hurt, would it?” She asked with a shaky voice. “Have I ever hurt you?” I got no reply to that. “Okay…so how do you get in?” She asked instead. “Close your eyes and try to breathe evenly; you could do that, right?” “Y..yes, please Emmet hurried up. The only strength I've got is on my tongue, my body is closing up on me.” Just as she spoke, I turned into a thick cloud of ash. My eyes went into flames.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

The spell broke and the tethers snapped. “What are you doing” she asked, clipped. He had pissed her off but he didn’t much care. He just shook his head and continued walking. No way was he explaining THAT. When they got up to the group Asher was the first to speak. “Q, glad you finally walked your ass over here dipshit… meet my new neighbor, baby girl, Emerson. Em, this is Quinn.”

My chest burned. Milo. My baby. My joy. My shadow. Gone. I closed my eyes. And wished the sea had taken me, too. But it didn’t. And that meant something. It meant I was still here. Which meant Ethan and Sienna hadn’t finished the job. Which meant I still had something they didn’t expect me to have. Time. And vengeance. Because ashes don’t bleed. But they remember how to burn.

Finding the Mayor's corpse on the ground, Elaine had soldiers return him to the lowest level of the mansion, beyond the basement, where the royal crypt had been dug. There, Elaine laid Damien's dead, cold frame next to the well-preserved corpse of his beloved, and her mother, Elvina, while Dillon stood at her side. # Ash made it back to the cabin an hour before daybreak. His trotting had somehow soothed Miranda's malaise, and by the time he entered the cabin and rolled her form onto the bed, all she could muster were soft painful pants and sighs. Ash licked Miranda's face once more, then he transformed back to his human body, now sporting a long scar along the center of his abdomen.

"You'll stay there until I decide what to do with you. Think of it as... forced meditation. Very character-building." "This is insane," Ash whispers, tears streaming down his face. "We're going to die here." "We're not dying," I say with more confidence than I feel. "We're going to figure out how to escape, get River, and somehow convince this deranged lizard to help us fight demons." "I heard that," Ember calls. "And I'm not deranged. I'm eccentric. There's a difference." Hours pass. Or maybe days. It's hard to tell in the cave with no natural light. Ember continues organizing her hoard with meticulous care, occasionally launching fireballs at imaginary threats and talking to herself about

“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.

The path to the Ashwalkers wasn’t marked on any map. It didn’t exist in coordinates or trails or whispered rumors. It was something older—buried in instinct, fire, and bloodline. Emma had no compass for it, only the dull ache in her soul that tugged her forward and the flickering pulse of the Heart Ember inside her chest.

The rest of the group follows as we make our way closer to the fire. She reaches for an a piece of ember bark that sits in a bowl near the fire. Lyra takes a deep breath, and throws the ember bark into the fire. "I'm afraid I will never be enough." she says so softly I almost don't hear her. The ember bark burns so brightly I have to look away. My gaze collides with Callan who has a blonde sitting comfortably on his lap. Something ugly burns in my stomach. I force myself to look away, and direct my attention back to the fire. My thoughts begin to spin as I try to settle on what fear I'm going to give up.