An Ember In The Ashes Series Novels & Stories

“Velise’s scent is everywhere.” Kellan’s expression darkened. “Then are we safe here?.” Ember’s gaze lingered on the ruins one last time. The glow was gone now, leaving only the faint scent of flowers and ash. But she could still hear the echo of Velise’s words in her mind.. still gentle and soft but mournful. He’s not gone, only waiting now. As they turned back toward the pack house, Ember walked beside Darius in silence hands clog to each other feeling relifed but doubtful. The forest had fallen quiet again, but the unease in her chest refused to fade away.

"You gave him the code word. Seraphim. Why?" Graves raised his eyes slowly. "Because I knew you'd get it out of him. And because the game's bigger than any of us." He leaned back. "The people who buried Emberlight? They don't sleep. They don't remember. They delete." Damien didn't flinch. "So do we.". That night, Asher stood alone under a ruined streetlamp outside the depot. His breath curled into the desert chill. He thought of his sister. The way she laughed with her whole body. The way she believed the world could still be beautiful.

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.

The lock clicked, loud in the silence. The shower water burned, a desperate attempt to wash away the night. Ava scrubbed her skin red, but his scent lingered. She stared at her flushed face and wide, scared eyes in the steamy mirror. What did I do? Dressed, she avoided her reflection. The room felt charged, heavy with unspoken words. She couldn't face him yet. She needed time, space. Sunlight, sharp and bright, hit Lucas's face. Ava gasped, a tiny sound. "Damn," she whispered, rushing to the window, fumbling with the heavy drapes. She pulled them shut, making the room dim again.

Asher nodded in the embrace, and pulled Miranda out of the chair. "Get Miranda and the others out of here." Asher expressed to Joshua while locking his gaze on Damien's turned back. "What are you going to do?" Joshua asked Asher, while Miranda glanced the Alpha's way with a panicked gaze. Asher's dark domes and yellow rims suddenly filled with an air of malice while he strictly focused his vision on Damien, like a velociraptor hunting prey. "I have a promise to keep." Asher expressed, referring to avenging Anise's death.

“She’s hurting you.” Ember’s voice was a whisper. “Good. Now I have something to kill her for.” She sits in the weapons room, blade in hand. Lucien left hours ago. She hasn’t moved. She carves a line into her palm. Feels the pain. Watches the blood. “I was made in a lab,” she thinks. “But I bleed. And she will too.” She stands. And for the first time, whispers her old codename: “E1–Ash.”

Ember pressed, her face illuminated by a flickering light panel overhead, casting her features in harsh relief. "The Ashen Guard." The name tasted like ash on my tongue. "Malagar's elite hunters. We tracked and captured fire-born creatures and anything else with power he wanted." My gaze flicked to Ember meaningfully. "People like you." The mark throbbed again, harder this time. I suppressed a grunt of pain and continued, words tumbling out like stones I'd been carrying too long.

(Caelum Ashborne) The ember-flame stretched, sharpening into a rough outline of a man’s face—no clear features, just the impression of strong bone and old scars. Eyes like coals. A crown of shadowed horns made of smoke and memory. Heat radiated off the projection with such intensity that the nearby shadows hissed and shrank back, leaving Caelum momentarily exposed. Arkael Ashborne. Leader of the Emberborn. The man who had taught Caelum to walk on hot stone before he could walk on grass.

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

I felt like I was drowning in his gaze, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Me, Ember Vaughn, the outcast, the weakling? Chosen by this magnificent Alpha? It was almost too incredible to believe. Yet, as I looked into Alpha Landon Black-Thorn's eyes, I sensed a spark of hope, a glimmer of a new fate unfolding before me. Omega Zed's face contorted in dismay as Alpha Landon Black-Thorn closed in, his presence commanding attention. "What?" Omega Zed muttered, stepping aside as if relinquishing his claim.