An Ember In The Ashes Series Novels & Stories

"I should pretend, after sleeping with my boyfriend on my bed, who gives a rat's ass about you, I wish everyone of you dies." "Hey, stop that,' Jeremy whispered as he got close to me. I shrugged his arm off me and continued. "I don't know what you actually think you are by getting in bed with my boyfriend, but I hate you so much, you disgust me. I wish you would die on a train and be scattered to pieces." "How dare you?" He snarled, wanting to attack me when Noah blocked his path and shook his head. "Don't do this, Aiden."

Corbin stepped up to us and said, “He’s the spirit elemental. He is capable of so much more than we think. I wonder if you could possibly do that too at some point.” Ember and I stood there and talked with each leader one at a time as they congratulated her on her victory today, then said farewell. Each group left through a portal to go home until the last two groups were the Mirror River Coven and the Scarlet Moon Pack. Talon and Rook both hugged Ember tightly before shaking my hand. We agreed that we would come visit them soon so Ember could see everyone. A little family gathering under normal circumstances would be good for all of them. Both groups soon left and now it was just Ember, Bas

Now I am certain of it. If memory served me, Jeramiah was from a lineage that dabbled with darkness. I couldn’t blame my grandfather for not wanting them together. I also understood that the heart knows no boundaries. Elsbeth couldn’t help what her heart felt for Jeremiah. It was a definite dilemma. I cringed with empathy at the next paragraph that I read. Father was injured and may lose his left arm. It is a tragedy, but I cannot condemn my love. He was simply defending himself from a man half crazed with anger.

“Hi Ash, is that right? She says as she looks down at her notes. “Yes, that’s what I prefer to be called, how are you?” I reach out and take her hand and give it a firm shake. “I’m good. My name is Erica, What bring you in today?” I guess she just wants to jump right in and bypass the small talk. That’s what I’m here for might as well not waste time. “Anxiety, that’s why I’m here. I’m getting debilitating panic attacks”. I give her the main reason for my visit while still controlling the situation.

Alright Ember, here goes nothing! *Ember* I woke up to see the sun high in the sky. Holy shit! I must have slept in! I leap out of bed only to almost face plant as I get tangled in the sheets. "AH SHIT!" My hands fly out in front of me as I use my wind powers to push myself up and away from the hard floor. That was a close one. I straighten my night clothes up. Hopefully no one saw that. I look around and notice that there's no signs of Binx or Damian around. Hmm, they went out. I shrug as I head to the washroom to clean up and get ready for the day.

Tessa Torched knelt, the stone floor beneath boots softening into glowing molten slag before solidifying back into place with smirk. Within hour, air in parlor shifted. Hierarchy was no longer question; it was established fact. They were ambitious, as all Ignis students were, but possessed basic survival instinct that starting feud with the infamous White Witch was quick way to get burned. Within hour I had small functional circle of supporters. Seventh girl was splinter in palm. Emberlyn Ashburn. Small, jittery black girl with glasses so thick they magnified eyes into two moons of perpetual suspicion. Her cornrowed hair glowed like lava. She smelled of dust and old parchment - dedicated boo

EMBER The steam followed her out like a slow, warm ghost, curling around her ankles as she stepped onto the bath mat. Ember pressed the towel to her face—not the fresh one Ghost had laid neatly on the counter, but the one hanging by the shower, the one that held the faint, lingering imprint of his scent. She hadn’t meant to grab that one. She definitely hadn’t meant to bury her face in it but the moment the cotton touched her skin, something inside her chest loosened in a way she didn’t have the discipline to examine. His scent was… steady. Clean. Warm—like cedar shavings and winter air and something grounding beneath it, something distinctly him. It wrapped around her senses before she coul

they will not hesitate to punish you" she says. Maybe she can see the distaste on my face while laying out the rules . A quick nod of understanding seams to have her satisfied and she continues on.I was never good at keeping my emtions off my face and i have a feeling that is going to cause me problems here. The the thought of serving the same monsters who killed my mother has that firey pit in my stomach raging. I wanted to get away from this god forsaken place but here i am preparing to serve their every whim. At the bottom of the stairs we are met with a small kitchen area with a medium sized wood burning stove a long table is placed in the center. A older man with gray hair stands at the

Her tears fell soundlessly into the water. Finally, Ember couldn’t take it anymore. Her vision went black as she lost consciousness, sinking slowly to the bottom of the crimson-stained fountain.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…