An Ember In The Ashes Series Novels & Stories

“Oh right, sorry, I remember no one knew what your power was before – well, Ghost is basically what you did to Balor; ghost flames. You burned him alive, but the flames are such a pure white that it’s almost invisible, so it’s called ghost flames. Also, your power has a defensive part on top of the offensive power, which is what makes this power so amazing, since it’s the only one known to be two powers in one. The defensive part of your power is simply called ghost, which means you can hide your presence when you need, to such an extent when fully developed that you can disappear. It’s fascinating and so cool to finally –“ Ember sensed Ash’s amusement when Charlotte’s words were suddenl

My golden eyes, once filled with warmth, now held only cold fury and loss. "You took her from me," I growled. Her father blocked her from my view, I didn't like that. I lunged at Lukas, who barely managed to dodge the attack. Emily, who had been in shock since her brother took his last breath, snapped out of her daze, and let out a scream. "No, Asher! Stop it!" Tears streamed down her face as she watched the two of us wrestle.

AZAI "Go," I muttered flatly, still holding the text open in front of me. "Before you piss yourself on my lap." Ember made a horrified sound. Her entire face turned scarlet as she scrambled upright so quickly she nearly knocked over the stack of books beside the chair. Without another word, she covered her burning face with both hands and bolted from the archive. The heavy doors slammed behind her, and silence settled. I stared at the closed doors for several long seconds.

Because she doesn’t run to safety— She runs into places where she can disappear. Where she can vanish. Where she thinks no one will find her. Except— I already have. The scent hits me first. Blood. Not fresh. Layered. Older. My jaw tightens. She was already injured. Already fighting. Before I ever reached her. Before the warehouse. Before she stayed. Before she touched me. And she still— Stayed. The realization burns deeper than the silver. I turn the corner— And see her.

(Blaze I am still waiting for the money you promised me ) She typed then sent the message to blaze, she drew her pillow closer and hugged it tightly as she waited for blaze response. THAT NIGHT ~ DAMON'S MANSION It was late in the night and all the maids had gone to bed already, the mansion was quiet , it was so quiet that if a needle dropped to the floor one would hear it. Inside Ivy's room , she was turning from one side of the bed to another , she had difficulty falling asleep. "Maybe I should just stroll around I should fall asleep after strolling around " she muttered and gets off the bed she put on her flip flops and stepped out of the room.

“And stay out of this.” “Why?” Ashley retorted, balling her hands into fists, holding them by her side. “Why do you want me to stay out of it when it's the truth I speak? Is it because he's half blood and you believe nothing good comes out of such? Or do you think all that he said are lies and not the truth…” Beta Joshua raised his hand, and it landed on Ashley's cheek. I blinked, my eyes widening as I stared at Ashley, whose hand raised to hold her slapped cheek. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest, and I shuddered, feeling the pain she felt this instant.

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.

The Ember Cradle was not a place. It was a wound. Nestled deep in the Ashen Range, where no map dared ink and no bird dared fly, it pulsed with molten breath and whispers older than the gods. The mountains bled fire from their peaks, as though the world itself wept for what had been sealed beneath it.

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.

“Make them afraid again. Make them choose survival over hope. Let them wonder if she brought the danger to their doorstep.” “And Ember?” Aiden looked out the cabin window, where snow drifted quietly down like ash from an old war. “She’ll burn,” he said. “But not by our hand. By theirs—when they think she’s the match.” **** Pov: Asher. That night, Ember stood at the large window in the living room, Caelen asleep in her arms, the flicker of the fireplace behind her. Asher entered quietly, watching her. “You lit something out there today,” he said.