City Of Ember Book Synopsis Romane & Geschichten

The soil remembers its blood. She lifted a hand and the world around them twisted— Fire. Screams. The mountain cracking like bone under pressure. Wolves tearing into wolves. Humans fleeing the forest. And the sky above—bleeding silver light, torn by shadow. In the center of it all, Ember saw herself. Her child. Asher. Julian. Vivianne. Even Aiden. All caught in a storm they couldn’t stop. **EMBER (shaken)** Tell me how to stop it.

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

Prologue II: Pyre, 3113 Pyre Av 5, 3113 Stephan Caliphus, King Everything was on fire the night he finished the book in the back room of a borrowed house. He laid his glasses down on the desk in front of him and rubbed his tired eyes. The crackling of flames could be heard as the city burned all around them. The blood curdling screams of the men in the streets where they died was enough to make the blood of the fiercest warrior run cold, but he was a man of empathy and it hurt him more than it did the others.

***** Author's Note: Next chapter will be the last one. I've been working on a book called "Love Amongst the Shadows" it's in the same universe as these stories and eventually those characters will meet with these. You should be able to find it in the app in the next couple of weeks. I will be working on a book for Eric and Lucy after I finish that one. I hope you've enjoyed Ember's story and I hope you continue to read my books! I really appreciate all your support!!

I hope Ember hurries so we don’t all die out here. Ember We stepped into the city through the hidden doorway and stayed in the shadows as we navigated quietly through the unknown space. We watched for unwanted attention and kept moving toward the castle. The people that we saw were too busy to notice us, so we kept advancing forward. We approached the massive building on the east side looking for a way in.

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

“I thought you were gonna die.” "It’s ok. No one is taking you from me. Ok?” She nods but is still crying. A knock at her door interrupts us. Ember looks at me, scared and confused. “You’re not expecting anyone are you?” She shakes her head and gets a fireball ready. “No one is getting through this door, Ember, trust me.” I go to open the door and ready myself for a fight. “I’m ready.” I open the door to two strangers. “HANZO!! BI HAN!!!” Ember yells, brushing past me as she hugs them both. What the hell?

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

He never asked me to; I never had to explain why. But there was something else I felt too. Something cold, lurking at the edges of the bond — not from him, but from somewhere far ahead. A presence. Watching. Waiting. We reached the northern ridge on the fifth day. The air turned dry and hot, even though snow still clung to the rocks. It shouldn’t have been possible — heat and frost in the same breath — but as we climbed the last hill, the answer appeared before us. The Ember Plains. A vast expanse of cracked earth stretched beyond the horizon, glowing faintly with veins of molten light beneath the surface. Waves of heat shimmered through the air, but above it, dark clouds churned like a stor

Ember’s POV The smoke burned my lungs, thick and bitter as ash. My legs buckled halfway down the cliff, but I forced them to move. Every rock scraped my palms raw, every breath tasted like fire. And then that voice. That voice I hadn’t heard since the night everything was stolen from me. “Hello, Ember.” My head whipped up. Through the curtain of smoke and flame stood a figure carved from my past broad-shouldered, unhurried, smiling like he’d been pulling the strings all along. My heart stopped.