City Of Ember Audiobook Novels & Stories

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

Ash's P.O.V. (After Ember spoke with her mom in the hall) "Knock knock." Ember's voice entered the room. I'd been left alone hearing everything that happened to Ember while I was being rejected. I'll kill Hunter before he becomes king. No one messes with Ember and lives. "You know that's not how knocking works." I joked.

he says, and there's the same weight in those four words that was there at the altar. The limo pulls around. Dante opens the door and waits. I look back once at Papa and Aurelia standing side by side. Papa raises one hand to wave goodbye. Aurelia presses her fingers to her lips. I settle into the car. Through the tinted glass, I watch them shrink to shadows. Then they're gone. The ache in my chest is unreasonable. "Stop it," Dante says beside me. "We aren't being sent into the wilderness. We're just going away for a few days,.

An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction. I don’t torture. I don’t use violence. I just use my brain and dig a hole into the lives of every person that I dwell with. I consume. It’s either I consume information or life. Nothing is in between. “You’re new here?” Sultry seductive voice. A high-pitched voice of a woman fills my ears as I stare at the market below me. I am at one branch of this tree, looking down like a king to some shitty wolves as they made the deal to some strangers in their life.

Havermouth, Present Time ** Trigger Warning – this chapter contains violence and the loss of a much-loved character ** As fragments of wood and glass exploded towards them, Samuel reacted on instinct and shoved Ember down and under him. She cried out sharply in pain but he could not ask if she was injured as on the heels of the explosion, he could hear the rapid footfalls of boots, and distinctly sharp military exchanges as the room filled with soldiers. He stayed still, watching the drip of spilled whiskey over the edge of the bench and hoping it did not give them away as the house echoed with the sounds of invasion.

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

They are just like puppies and dogs, they can be harmless or dangerous, but it depends on how you deal with them. My dirty hands and arms finally reached the nose of Cerberus. It was rough and cold. I saw that the eyes of the one in the middle were closed. So I slipped my hand so that it landed on his cheek. I heard the soft grunt that he seemed to like what I did. The one on the right growled, and it barked softly as if complaining. I smiled to myself. He wants me to caress him too. I didn't hesitate to caress the one on the right. The nervousness that had been living in my heart for a while was suddenly erased as if it had never prevailed before.

Ember. The thought of her consumed my mind even in the heat of battle. I yearned for her safety even as I wanted to be with her. And I could be as soon as I killed Lukas. That son of a bitch was probably lurking somewhere in the city, watching from a safe distance like the spineless coward he was. The sooner I found him, the sooner I’d be able to go to Ember. With renewed vigor, I pushed forward through the oncoming warrior. With Grey and the other shadow walkers at my side, we fought our way through the city streets, the tide of battle gradually shifting in our favor.

A loud gasp tore through the room. Ember shot upright, her body stiff as if something unseen had just taken hold of her. Her eyes were wild, dilated. She wasn’t looking at them… she was looking past them, at something neither Kaya nor Raphael could see. And then she whispered, her voice trembling with something between fear and rage. “He’s coming.”

Hope's POV “Emberfang?” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. A chill ran down my spine, seizing my entire body in an icy grip. No. This had to be a joke. Was Lucian toying with me? My breath came in short, shaky bursts as I slowly unwrapped my arms from Orion, dread clawing at my chest. My lips trembled, fear settling deep in my bones at the thought of returning to that hellhole—the place that had broken me piece by piece, the dungeon where I had wasted away for years. I would rather die than go back.