City Of Ember Kindle Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 158 — EMBERS OF THE FALLEN The city’s skyline burnt with a quiet, smouldering fury. Streets that had once carried laughter and life now twisted into jagged paths of blackened concrete, scarred by Bishop’s fragment-fuelled rampage. But Riven stood at the centre, crown key in hand, heart pounding, eyes scanning the horizon. He could feel every pulse of Meridian, every breath, every heartbeat vibrating through his body. The city’s consciousness was alive, but it hung on the edge of fear.

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

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

Ember is immediately terrified and clings to me. “What the hell was that?” “Yokai!” Ember screams. What the fuck is a Yokai? *Ember* I cling to Damian as I get an overwhelming sense that there's a spirit here. And it is not a happy one. I look around and see the Yokai in the river. It has its arms crossed and looks pissed.

Sunlight fell across the colorful landscape of Cascade Valley. Though traces of the pain from Cora's divorce still lingered in her eyes, what dominated was her anticipation for a new life. Having just ended her failed marriage, Cora set foot on this land full of mystery and tranquility. Upon arriving in Rosewood, a city known for its year-round mild weather and abundant gardens, she was greeted by warm sunshine and vibrant flowers. She strolled through the streets and alleys. A gentle breeze brushed her hair. Colorful flowers swayed gracefully along the roadside.

It was a tough year, being a recruit, and I’d warned them on their first day that at least half of them wouldn’t make it. I just never thought Ember’s best friend would be one of those who didn’t cut it. Ember herself obviously and definitely didn’t only cut it. She kicked its ass. I just assumed her friend was made from the same, or at least similar, stuff she was. Apparently, I was wrong. Shrugging her shoulders, I noticed they remained slumped when she dropped them. “She took a job back home in Seattle.” “Why the fuck would she choose Seattle over Manhattan? I’ve been there. It doesn’t hold a candle to this place.”

“Because you keep it steady. And you never gloat.” Carolina considered this, then flicked her a half-hearted salute. “I’m saving it up.” Night swelled quickly, shedding the usual half-measures. The city felt like it was holding its breath, the old tides struggling against new, raw currents. They met Ember in an old cold-room behind a cannery, redolent of rust and fish bones. She was smaller than Carolina expected, her face crowded with the delicate geometry of someone who had never, for a moment, been a child.

Derbent was a modern city with the majority of the population being supernatural beings. Busy streets, traffic lights flickering and the sound of honking cars feels different. People were busy walking in the streets, some were chatting and some had their noses on their own phones. She took in a handful of polluted air and filled her lungs. “I never thought inhaling polluted air could be refreshing.” Ember shook her head. Ember observed her surroundings. The library has a huge entrance, across the street was a coffee shop. She crossed the street and entered the coffee shop. As she roamed her eyes inside, there were only three customers. She ordered and settled on a table beside the glass wind

CHAPTER NINE Ember took a slow, steady breath as she walked out with Isaac. Past memories surged without warning. Amalia City. Blood Moon Pack. She was back. She paused briefly at the foot of the stairs, her sunglasses hiding the flicker of emotion in her eyes. The memories of betrayal still lingered, sharp and vivid, as though everything had happened only yesterday. The pain. The humiliation. The suffering she had endured. Shaking her head, Ember forced a bright smile onto her lips.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a