City Of Ember Author Novels & Stories

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

We'll see just how long she can keep up. "Run, Ember, run for I'm coming after you. Your doomsday begins. Tick tock tick tock." I let out a laugh. "Grmph grmhm," came a whimpering sound from below. "Shut it, dog!" My hold around it's mouth tightened. "Let's watch our naive little Ember struggle a bit more." Ember's POV~ I approached the store room of the park. I thought I heard some sounds from inside. "Doser? Are you here?"

Vren’s soft chuckle filled my ears before he talked, “What’s wrong having an arrange marriage? I see no problem in that.” “But I could not believe that it was you who—” My brows furrowed, wondering why Papa did not continue his sentence. I peeked on the slight aperture of the door. It was dark that made me confused. I know what my father’s office look like. Supposedly, I should now br seeing a bookshelf and a painting. But I couldn’t see anything except a white botton in front of me. I blinked twice. Wait. Botton? Before I could comprehend everything, the door I am lying at opened, making me almost fall down on the floor if I did not just grasp my hand onto the clothes of the person who open

"She said a lady appeared to her in her dream and told her to ask me about her origin. I was stunned, and seeing the spirits are with her, I couldn't withhold such information. I told her she's not from the north, and that she's from a strange kingdom. The moment you had your bath and left to patrol the east of Strongfall with your men, she left for the library. I can very well tell you with all certainty that she's gone to read about her past. And I fear, and I am sure that she would discover, or see something about herself there in the book." "You think it's that serious?" "I've never heard of people visited by spirits. For all I know, that lady in her dream could still be alive, and she w

“Are you kidding me? I can’t stay here! I don’t know these people and they don’t know me!” “Well at least we would have less of a chance of getting parasites or disease!” He does have a point. “Actually I’m sorry. I’m embarrassed to say this but I don’t have a home.” I say. Ember looks at me with a questioning look and so does her mother. “We understand, Damian. We were once colonists that had no place here in Japan. Ember’s father went to serve in the British militia here and sadly he gave his life defending a barracks from the Japanese Samurai.” Her mom says with a bit of sadness in her voice. Ember looked ready to cry.

She liked to imagine that she actually mattered to him. Well, all that was in the past now, and Ember had carefully constructed a new life for herself in Nova City. She was now an accountant in a crisp business suit and a calculator, working for the prestigious oil firm, Blackwood Energy. As she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer, Ember's gaze would occasionally drift out the window, to the steel and concrete canyons of the city. She had built a new identity for herself, one that didn't involve pack politics or ancient secrets. Her coworkers knew her as a quiet, efficient, and fiercely organized accountant, not as a werewolf on the run.

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.

The warmth around the Heartfurnace faltered. One by one, torches dimmed. Children cried out in confusion. A baby wailed. A wind, unnatural and whispering, began to circle the village. Sarah shouted from the other end of the courtyard. “He’s not here to fight—he’s here to disrupt! He’s a living null zone!” Emma stepped forward. “Then I’ll give him something he can’t steal.” And she did the unthinkable. She poured all her Ember into the air. A pulse of raw, defiant heat spread through the village like a shockwave. It was not controlled. Not focused. But it was alive.

At his side, Ember reveled in the heat, lifting her face to the rays of the sun, soaking it in. He watched her, in between sweeping gazes over the street and buildings around them, ever vigilant for attack, for there were always those humans who sought to prey on others. The sun had reddened her cheeks, forehead, and nose, and her hair shimmered with absorbed heat. She was storing energy, basking in the bright golden rays of sunshine. Her beauty astonished and awed him. Like a flame, she was both fragile and fierce, the warmth of a hearth, but also the danger of a raging forest fire.