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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

She liked to imagine that she actually mattered to him. Well, all that was in the past now, and Ember had carefully constructed a new life for herself in Nova City. She was now an accountant in a crisp business suit and a calculator, working for the prestigious oil firm, Blackwood Energy. As she sat at her desk, typing away at her computer, Ember's gaze would occasionally drift out the window, to the steel and concrete canyons of the city. She had built a new identity for herself, one that didn't involve pack politics or ancient secrets. Her coworkers knew her as a quiet, efficient, and fiercely organized accountant, not as a werewolf on the run.

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.

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

Chapter 14 A Mother's Journey Three months later.. Rose and Alma arrive on the bus into the Historic city of New Orleans. The air is sweet with a hint of magic the city is known for. They gather their bags and wave down a taxi to their rooms, which the tribal elders had booked in advance.

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.

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.

Satisfied, he grasped her hand, pulling her along, and the two of them went on together to join with their companions in their merriment. *** Damascus was a small town northeast of Elkshire. Located deep in the southernmost forests of Delphi, set on the far side of the river which flows up through Sa'ar to the North Sea from its origin on the Royal Mountain Chain, Damascus was a town of little worldly significance. It was, however, the home of one Eliezer Horatio Webber, the Kingsmen Ambassador who had left his property in the care of his friend, Ignatius Eldstrom, a kindhearted emigrant from Euphess who was, also, a skilled metal worker and devoted Kingsmen.

Dad asks her what she is talking about. “So while I was traveling I found this amazing island in the Medditerrian. To anyone else, it looks like a normal island that doesn't hold much of anything. A few abandoned ancient buildings. Of course, being me, the magic that was being used to conceal the city there didn’t work.” Emerald explains. “So they know what you are?” Marcel asks. This makes Nate and I very nervous. Ever since we discovered our little mate, we have become very overprotective of her for a damn good reason.

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