City Of Ember Novels & Stories

"Cub—" "No, let me finish," Jericho cut Gunnar off with a raised hand, "it's the only connection I have to parents I barely remember. That aside, it holds so many good memories I've shared with each of you. I know, sometimes you've got to learn to let things go, especially the past so you can move forward. I also know what each of you is trying to do by selling the place. But, I buried Slash there because that was where he spent most of his days and happiest moments. I want Odette and myself to be able to visit him whenever we want it. If we want to. So, if you're so insistent on selling the place, I'm willing to pay whatever price you're offering."

"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.

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.

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.

REBIRTH OF ESMERALDA . Chapter 13: shroud of secrecy . The early morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm, golden glow across Maverick Gunner's bedroom. He lay in a deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath, seemingly oblivious to the world outside. It was a rare moment of tranquility in his otherwise tumultuous life. Mercedes, Esme’s alpha older sister, stormed into the room without any hesitation, her steps purposeful and filled with a sense of urgency.

“Please come in and have some tea.” Sister Mila escorted her inside the building and brought her straight to the visiting area where she immediately served Ember tea after she sat down. “Thank you.” Ember picked the cup and took a sip, enjoying the warmth it brought to her body. Ember's eyes shifted to Sister Mila and noticed her watching her with a smile. “My bad, I forgot to introduce myself.” Ember's cheeks flushed. “I'm Ember Heart,” She began by introducing herself. “I came to the city to attend a wedding and decided to pay the orphanage a visit while I'm here.”

Ember The dream I had that night was sort of foggy. I saw my mother. She was walking towards a light. In that light, I could see my father's face. "Mom" I called out. She reached dad and then turned around and looked at me, emotionless. A tear fell down her face though, and dad reached out of the light to wipe it off. " Run Ember. Run as far and as fast as you can. Go to Miami. He will not follow you there" , my mom said before stepping into the light with my dad and the light faded. I was soon in utter darkness and I heard a voice behind me in Ryder's voice.

She didn’t sense that someone was there since there was no scent that lingers in the area. With much confidence, Ember half-transformed. Her claws and fangs elongated, and her eyes turned to gold. She jumped so high as she made her way toward the. Top of the waterfalls. She jumps from one rock to another, forcing her strong limbs to jump high. If the scene down there is so beautiful, the scene on top of the falls was another story. She can see the blaring lights of Bresmont, the modern city dominated by werewolves. From where she stood, she can see how serene Bresmont looks.

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.

“And let the world know that embers, once hollow, may burn with hope again.” They stood among the drifting mist, the fountain’s light fading into dawn. Behind them, the path to the crypt lay hidden, its trials now behind them. Ahead, the city stirred unaware that, below its streets, a new Ember Circle had been born: one guided not by shadowed power, but by the twin flames of truth and love. Hand in hand, Isabelle and Alexander turned toward Montrose Hall, ready to face whatever came next together. And in their wake, the ember of their covenant glowed softly, a promise of light to come.