City Of Ember Kindle Novels & Stories

Ember *TW: Fun Times ahead, if you’re not interested, you can skip it without missing out on the story line* Everything seemed to happen at once and before she knew it, they were in his car speeding along a road with the airconditioning at full blast on her face. “We’re nearly there, Ember. I know your first heat is the worst, but I’m here with you and you just have to tell me what you want.” He soothed her, while he rested his hand on her thigh.

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.

Chapter 20 Near Death As our flight lands, on a rainy night, in the busy city of New Orleans. At the airport, Lucas waves down a taxi after getting our luggage into the car, we head to our home, Lucas telling her all about scuttlebutt. But just as we're about to merge into traffic, a large truck slams into the side of the taxi, sending glass shattering and metal crunching. Bella's heart races as she mind-links with her father, King Kieran, for help.

"All this assumes you even make it through the journey." I frowned at her. "What do you mean?" "The place you're going is called Ember Hallow. People have sought answers there, but only a handful have returned. Those who do are often changed, not themselves anymore. Some go mad, others are forever silent. Ember Hallow isn't for the faint of heart. The answers you find might break you, or they might make you. " She shrugged. "You can't know." "I see," I said, turning back to the men and offering them a smile. "And that's what you guys were arguing about, yes?" I asked, the smile still on my face.

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.

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

“The veil’s thinning. It’s been leaking into the wildwoods, calling to anything dark enough to listen.” “The mouth of what?” I asked. Ember’s eyes burned gold. “Of him. The Hunger. The devourer. The thing beneath this land that was never meant to wake.” Silence dropped like a blade. “What does it want?” Link asked. Ember looked at my stomach. “Her.” The room went still. My arms instinctively wrapped around my belly. The baby kicked once—soft, but pointed, like she knew we were speaking of her. Link’s jaw tightened.

Eira’s POV "Hey! Good afternoon, Eira!" Ember’s voice always carried that lively energy, regardless of what time of day it was. I closed my book and looked up. “Good afternoon, Ember. What brings you here? Need help with something?" She scratched the back of her neck, offering me a nervous smile. “Actually… yeah, sort of.” Before I could ask more, she reached for my arm. There’s this small pastry café near the square—I’ve been dying to try their honey tarts. Are you hungry? Because I definitely am.”

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

Still, the exhaustion weighing on our group felt far more urgent than my suspicions. Oliver returned after finishing the paperwork. “We’ve secured the best lodging in the central district, Alpha. An inn called Holy Ember.” We entered the city. The streets were paved with warm red bricks beneath our feet. On both sides, blacksmith shops were still hard at work, the clang of metal against metal forming a constant rhythm. Cinderbloom felt completely different from Sapphire Water territory, which smelled of damp earth and morning mist. Here, everything was dry, hot, and buzzing with explosive energy.