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the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

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

She yawned, stretching her tired hands. Her phone beeped, and she reached into her pocket, smiling at the caller ID. “Emily?” she called, feeling warmth despite the odd feelings she had earlier. Her sadness disappeared in no time. “It’s late already, probably 4 pm,” she said, stopping in her tracks. “You found a place already?” “Yes,” Emily replied from across the call. “Your dad is with me. California seemed perfect to start a new life. We saw an apartment that you will like.”

I was rewarded by a soft gasp and a look of absolute amazement and pure joy flying into her eyes. “Kaden.” Her head swiveled from side to side as she took it all in. One of the perks about having a sixty-something story building in this part of the city was that your rooftop had a view rivaling the best in the city. From our roof in particular, there was an almost unobstructed view of the whole city. We had one of the tallest buildings on our block and the blocks surrounding us. Ember’s hands flew to her cheeks as she walked out farther onto the flat slab making up our roof. A look that told me exactly how overwhelmed she was joined the joy and amazement in her shining eyes.

“You had best film from inside.” “Zombies are stupid, and we’re warded against them. They’ll walk straight past. It’s the humans I’m worried about,” she replied dryly. “Or the Mer if they decide fuck peace.” “They’re hunting the zombies,” he shifted his grip on Ember in order to open the third door. “They don’t appear to be hostile towards us.” There was an explosion from the direction of the town.

"We're on the way," Emberlyn replied, her voice filled with determination. She shot a glance at Keagan, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Are you ready?" Keagan nodded eagerly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. They dashed through the city streets with lightning speed, their footsteps echoing in sync. Keagan was surprised at the speed he was moving in, he had never experienced such a rush. He was shocked at how he could keep up with Emberyn who slithered and catapulted herself across rails and roofs. Sector 7 was just a stone's throw away, and anticipation built up within them as they approached their destination.

Aric knew that beneath the surface, Emeridia was a city built on the dreams and aspirations of its people. As he stepped out into the morning air, Aric was greeted by familiar faces. The citizens of Emeridia moved with purpose, their determination a reflection of the indomitable spirit that ran through their veins. Aric watched as neighbors greeted each other with warm smiles, engaging in conversations that went beyond mere pleasantries. It was in these interactions, these small gestures of connection, that the true strength of the community lay.

Emerald takes my hand in hers and squeezes it, "I know you want revenge, but right now, finish. Tell me what they did. Focus on having your son back and how much you love him. Can tell they aren't dead but paint the picture in your head that they are." 'Throats ripped out. Intestines were all over the ground, and every limp was ripped from their body. Sounds damn good to me.' Blaze is sleazing, foaming at the mouth, ready to do that. But Emerald, that girl could hail a tornado with just her words, her touch, and again those eyes.

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!