Ashes And Embers Movie Novels & Stories

With its back feet steady underneath it, the Embertaur shrugged off the fallen tree as if it was nothing. Amerie gasped. Sparks danced at her fingers. Her breath grew hot. The taste of ash filled her mouth. She tried to step around Everett, but he shouted at her to stay back and draw her gun. ‘A gun does nothing against this thing! You need to burn it!’ Asteri screamed in her mind. ‘Light it up, Amerie, or you’re both dead!’ Amerie couldn’t breathe. She felt like she was overheating. Panic filled her chest, the flame in her feeding off it. She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, willing herself to stay under control.

I crawl back towards my mother, and pull her behind me to the door. By this point, the flames are so high and ferocious, that finding air seems to be a lost cause. The only chance I have, is making it to the bunker. Another crash, and the ceiling above begins to rain down on us. I cover my mom, shielding her from the debris, using my body. I can feel flames flicker over my back, and I scream out in pain. I don't move until I no longer hear debris falling. I reach for the handle, and drag my mother in the last few steps. Closing the door behind us. I lay on the ground, and roll as much as I can to smother the flames that have gathered on my back.

He held her tightly, shielding her from the flames as he made his way back through the inferno. Each step was a battle, the smoke choking him and the heat threatening to overwhelm him. But he pressed on, driven by the thought of saving her. “Stay with me, Calista,” he begged, his voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare give up. Don’t you dare leave me again!” The flames roared around them as if mocking his efforts. His legs burned from exertion, and his vision blurred, but he refused to stop. He burst through the door, stumbling into the cool night air. Firefighters rushed to him, spraying foam and water to keep the flames at bay.

The three warriors who were inside the mansion left as well. Now, just the Blackwoods were left—them and Lola, who they were staring at as though she was the enemy. “Tell me why they’re here!” Ash growled, and his eyes turned yellow. His breathing was ragged, and his shoulders rose. “What happened?” Jax repeated and pressed his hands against his cousin’s chest to force him back. Ash clenched his jaw. “Ember was bitten. By vampires that your girl brought here!” Lola was panting as she watched the girl fighting for her life on the floor.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

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.

book. The villagers who stood outside started to murmur, “Isn't she so devilish? Even in this state, she laughs heartily?” An old woman spat with dreadfulness glistening in her eyes. I turned and saw mother rushing down the stairs with burnt Rya in her hands, I tried to move closer but I couldn't bring myself to as the crowd murmured cloud over my senses. And so I stood still, the spell book falling from my hands. The crowd did not stop. They start to throw stones on my mother and Rya that hold on to a very tiny string of life.

"Veronica's still milking the world dry. Still silencing people with bullets. But you two? You're storm-chasers now." We want what you have," Damien told him. "You cleaned up after Operation Emberlight. You've seen the bodies. The files." Graves blew smoke up towards the ceiling. "Yeah. And I incinerated most of it. The rest? Concealed. And I'm not giving it away for free." "What do you want?" Asher demanded, voice like striking flint. Graves regarded him, eyes shining. "A favor. An ugly one." --- Later that night, under a canvas of stars too keen to be soft, Asher stood outside the warehouse with Damien. The dry wind tugged at their jackets. Coyotes howled somewhere beyond the fence.

"I always do." Jon clapped a heavy hand on her shoulder. "Let's burn them, Little Fang." The trees of Embertrail stood charred and broken. Ash spiraled through the morning light like lost spirits, clinging to the ruins of what had once been a peaceful village tucked in the edge of the forest. Veyra stood at the center of the wreckage, her hands trembling at her sides. Little shoes were scattered in the dirt. Dolls half-burned. Blood trailing toward the west.

“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.