City Of Ember Audiobook Romane & Geschichten

"All this assumes you even make it through the journey." I frowned at her. "What do you mean?" "The place you're going is called Ember Hallow. People have sought answers there, but only a handful have returned. Those who do are often changed, not themselves anymore. Some go mad, others are forever silent. Ember Hallow isn't for the faint of heart. The answers you find might break you, or they might make you. " She shrugged. "You can't know." "I see," I said, turning back to the men and offering them a smile. "And that's what you guys were arguing about, yes?" I asked, the smile still on my face.

When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion Her knees felt weak below her, as she saw, the state of her family house. The condition of it was beyond anything she could have imagined. The once-beautiful estate, with its pretty gardens and elegant architecture, was now reduced to an abandoned site, filled with ashes. Ember’s heart ached and her body whimpered, as she took in the scene, the reality of her loss hitting her like a physical blow. ~~~Ember~~~ "Ember" a voice called out, breaking me from my daze. I turned around to se

I said, willing her to continue. She grimaced as she wrapped a hand around my arm. Her hand felt warm to the touch and I looked into her eyes waiting for the supposed shoe to drop. I didn't feel anything, and couldn't help wondering if this was how the men felt disintegrating into ash in the bookshop before Ember incinerated them. "I'm not burnt to ashes yet," I said thoughtfully looking at Ember's hand clutching around my forearm. She blinked out of shock. "Nothing happened. You are still here…"

'' I mutter under my breath and he chuckles, taking a sip of his water. ''They never burn, Emma.'' He says. ''You're very close with her, I can see that. She's a wonderful person, I can see that too.'' I add, wanting to reduce the awkwardness between us; my mind drifiting apart, probably making me think that I'll receive some childhood stories from Emery.

He waved her off. Still the woman lingered. She stood her ground, proud in her stance. “I’m sure your pathetic ranks couldn’t stand against my clan. None of you could.” Donte was in her face. He could feel the heat of her trembling breaths. “Chimeras that flaunt their abilities are no more abominations than the ones that shun immortals with greater power.” The ruby red of his eyes flickered with such darkness. “We prefer to avoid war. We welcome outcasts with open arms, and give sanctuary to the injured. You are neither, nor are you fit enough to be our mate. Leave." His nostrils flared as he menaced over her.

Ember's POV When I woke, the world was wet stone and cold iron. My arms were stretched above my head, chains biting into my wrists until my skin burned. The air shimmered faint blue, alive with whispers that hummed against my bones. Every breath I took tasted like metal and ash. My disguise was gone....no bandages, no cloak, no voice to hide behind. Just me. Ember. And the truth I’d spent months burying.

“We fight.” In the Shadows Ignis stood in the dark. Watching through fire. He had seen everything. Lycan’s death. Zuri’s grief. Daisy’s pain. He smiled. “Let them gather. Let them burn with hope.” He turned to the white-haired girl—**Ember**. “Soon,” he said. “The child will come to me. And when she does… she will burn this world to ash.” Rosa’s POV They told me Lycan was gone.

Eira’s POV "Hey! Good afternoon, Eira!" Ember’s voice always carried that lively energy, regardless of what time of day it was. I closed my book and looked up. “Good afternoon, Ember. What brings you here? Need help with something?" She scratched the back of her neck, offering me a nervous smile. “Actually… yeah, sort of.” Before I could ask more, she reached for my arm. There’s this small pastry café near the square—I’ve been dying to try their honey tarts. Are you hungry? Because I definitely am.”

CHAPTER 158 — EMBERS OF THE FALLEN The city’s skyline burnt with a quiet, smouldering fury. Streets that had once carried laughter and life now twisted into jagged paths of blackened concrete, scarred by Bishop’s fragment-fuelled rampage. But Riven stood at the centre, crown key in hand, heart pounding, eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel every pulse of Meridian, every breath, every heartbeat vibrating through his body. The city’s consciousness was alive, but it hung on the edge of fear.