City Of Ember Author Novels & Stories

And last night, she had to go home alone without any of my men keeping an eye on her. Ember was the type of girl who would call trouble for herself without even knowing. Even if she knew, she would be like, 'Trouble, why are you standing outside my house? Come inside, and we can talk like there's no tomorrow.' A smile formed on my lips. Ember really never realizes what she does. She just follows her heart. She has no family, yet she talks like she has everyone with her. I would've never believed her mom was dead if I wasn't in the graveyard with her. It must be difficult for her to cover her sadness with a smile.

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

I just said that Sarreth's car would disappear from my sight. I took a deep breath. Holding the hem of my backpack, I turned around and faced the big gate where people like me who also had a bag or backpack enter. Out of curiosity, I tried to read what was written at the upper of the large open gate after I lifted my gaze. And yeah, hindi talaga ako nilulubayan ng curiosity ngayon. After kong basahin ang nasa taas, my forehead furrowed. NOTRE DAME UNIVERSITY OF MAGBANUA CITY was written here.

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

“I figured as much.” I turned away, motioning for him to follow. “Come on, then. Let’s see how well you play with cursed people.” And for the first time in a long while, I felt like we might have a shot at surviving this. If only because we’d just added one more weapon to the war. I found Ember where I always did lately, leaning against the cracked edge of the fountain, bathed in firelight. The light didn’t come from her. It came from the horizon. Another blaze in the lower district. The fourth one in as many nights.

I found it highly interesting, almost amusing, that Ember’s city best friend was sharing the exact same name as the broken factory worker I had left behind in the dirt. Before I could even formulate a response or change into a fresh shirt, Ember was already moving. She grabbed my wrist with a fierce, unyielding grip, her golden eyes flashing with pure excitement as she began pulling me down the long, carpeted hallway of the residential wing, taking me directly toward Amaris’s room. When we finally got to Amaris’s door, Ember didn't hesitate. She knocked sharply against the heavy mahogany wood, calling out into the quiet space. “Ama! Open up, I have someone you need to meet right now!”

Rebecca's POV Ember broke. Not dramatically — not the way Charlotte broke, which was loudly and with an audience. The way Ember broke was quiet and sudden and worse for both of those things. One moment she was standing in the middle of the corridor being pulled in multiple directions by people asking questions she could not answer, and the next she was not there anymore. She moved fast.

Lucien shouted into his comms, “Extraction get the birds ready! Now!” Ember didn’t speak. She just ran. And for once, she wasn’t running from anything. She was running toward something. Minutes later outside, in the clearing The building behind them exploded, the sky lit in orange and ash. Lucien turned to Ember. “You okay?” She didn’t answer immediately. Just watched the fire rise. Then she looked at him, voice quiet and calm. “That place made me. Now it’s gone. So whatever I become next… that’s on me.”

Ember’s POV The darkness enveloped her like luxurious velvet—soft, warm, and seemingly infinite. Ember floated aimlessly in a dreamscape, teetering on the precipice of consciousness and memory, her body still, her breath whispering through the stillness. She hadn’t spoken in days. Not truly. Words felt foreign now—too small for the weight she carried. The nurses were kind, but distant. Kael was protective, but unreadable. Only Isla had stayed. Only Isla had looked at her like she was still human.