City Of Ember Author Novels & Stories

Alpha Riley There’s something in it for me dwelling on each person’s lives and scooping around knowing that there are mysterious truths behind what their lips limits to tell the world. Lies. Werewolves are predators in their own kind, not because we are capable but only because this is our nature. Our nature is to be the beast of the world. And it's my nature to know everything in this world because I am the Emissary of the Tri-Alpha pack. An emissary who digs every ground to know the information that is needed for the transaction.

She tried comforting herself that it wasn't Ethan, but his handwriting was there bold and clear. The police had searched everywhere for him but couldn't find him. That was when Daniel came into her life. He had been supportive and helpful to her without demanding anything from her. Though they were not a couple as people termed them to be, she was truly grateful to him. Their lives have been going on smoothly with several business expansions all over the world before she received a letter two days back that had only four words she feared the most now. It read, 'COMING BACK FOR YOU…Ethan'.

Maverick I was just about to go to bed, but The knock at the door shattered my late-night reverie, and I hesitated, wondering who'd disturb me at this hour. I took a quick glance at the clock and saw that it was past 1am in the morning. I closed the book I was reading before placing it on the nightstand, i went to open the door. Ember was standing at the door, with her son hugged to her chest, I must admit the nightwear clung to her body, bringing her perfect shape into view.

she asked, glancing at my bags. I laughed. "Ethan spoiled me rotten," I admitted. Ember grinned. "Typical Ethan," she teased. "That's why I love Milan," Ember said. "The fashion capital of the world." I nodded enthusiastically. "I fell in love with the city," I said. Ember’s gaze shifted to Ethan. "You're corrupting Sarah with your luxury habits," Ember joked. Ethan chuckled. "Maybe just a little," he replied, smiling. Then Ember looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows.

Emerson. Emerson’s head was smashed up against the window of her moms SUV as the air conditioner blasted her long white blonde hair around in her face. She caught herself wondering why it was so hot when the summers in this town were supposedly mild, or so said the weather when she looked it up before the move. Andover Oregon was already not what she thought it would be, and they were just pulling into the town. “I think we’re really going to like it here” Carol Parker sing songed cutting the silence of the car. They’d been driving all day from their previous home in Southern California.

I watched as she wrote a note and then it disappeared into thin air as she chanted ‘mitte’. Magic was amazing and I loved the world we lived in. I just hope to the Goddess above that it didn’t end because of Soren’s war. How devastating would it be to fight for something just to watch all of it die? I didn’t have to wait long and there was a knock on Amarantha’s office door. “Come in,” she called out. The door opened and Ember stepped inside with a smile on her face and her cat at her side. I took in a deep breath of her burnt peach orchard smell and smiled brightly at seeing her again.

That stupid storyline makes me don't want to watch horror movies because usually, the characters are stupid. I leaned against the small dresser and stared blankly at the floor. I thought that if I hadn't stumbled upon this place, I wouldn't have experienced it. Maybe right now, if I was in a normal world I would be busy with my work as an engineer. Not like this, fighting demons who are beyond my capability. I just want to plan and build houses, buildings, and landmarks. I never wish for this. I could just feel the black ash-like drops. That's no wonder because of the burning homes. It keeps falling like the sky is raining with black ashes. I didn't move because I was still scared.

The essence of the city, its spirit of unity and progress, lingered in the air, interwoven with the scent of old books and the faint rustling of parchment. The heartbeat of Emeridia continued to pulsate even as the city transitioned into the calm of the night. It was a rhythm that was not dictated by the ticking of the clock, but by the continuous striving of its people for knowledge, unity, and progress. Even in the silence, the city's heartbeat remained a testament to the spirit of Emeridia — a spirit that grew stronger with every book opened, every idea explored, and every discussion held.

But Ember had her reasons for being here, her own secrets hidden beneath the bruises on her lips. Her once vibrant and lively eyes now reflected a deep sadness, carrying the weight of untold stories. They no longer sparkled with the hope and innocence of youth but held a glimmer of resilience and strength, buried beneath the surface. Ember had experienced hardships that had chipped away at her spirit, yet she refused to let them consume her completely.

The elevator button, the smooth movement down, the rustling of the front door, fresh air in the face, a deep breath, a smile, moving forward into the expanses of the morning city. The day turned out to be extremely successful, a warm breeze played with the edges of the clothes, pulling it in different directions. Conrod stood looking at the central square of the city, leaning his hands on a massive cast-iron fence. He peered into the distance, trying to make out people walking on the opposite side of the square, which turned out badly for him. Very few people in the morning. Skateboarding teenagers, an elderly couple feeding pigeons with bread, a few pensive passers-by, two men arguing inten