Danny X Ember Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he said, declining for both of them. Eliezer smiled. "Alright, well... if you change your mind..." he offered, indicating that he would gladly accommodate them. "Hey..." Sam interjected, trying not to interrupt. "Avera, right?" Avera looked at him with surprise. "Yes?" "They were telling me a little about you. Tyberion's daughter, aren't you?" She blinked, and her chest tightened, some mixture of hope and dread welling within her all at once. "Yes."

“Well, that’s about it. Nothing more to know.” She snorted back at her. “Liar. I saw what you did to those other guys. What did you do to freak them out so much?” Dannie grinned part in satisfaction and in part to try and freak her out. “I have that effect on people. I can walk into a room and people back away or try to kick my ass as if to prove to themselves I’m not a threat to them.” Dannie decided to keep the part about her being an empath to herself.

Just Ember. "I like that idea," Ember murmured, her voice thoughtful. "Maybe if I get him to see that living separately would make him happier, he’ll finally let me in." Her friends nodded in agreement, their smiles growing as they envisioned the life Ember could have with Xavier. They saw her as the perfect match for him—beautiful, intelligent, and ambitious. They couldn’t understand why Xavier didn’t already commit to her fully.

she contemplated while several thoughts of what Damien could do to her if she stepped into his room unannounced surfaced in her head. "He can't kill me; I am his Luna," she whispered, then tapped on the door. Emberlynn waited for a response, and as she didn't receive any, she stepped into the room. "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, her eyes going round as Damien emerged from the bathroom almost immediately with nothing on. "Shit," she grimaced, turning her back to him. Yes, she had seen him twice and naked, yet she didn't think she could get used to him.

Partly, yes. Why? Ember once witnessed a strange incident during her high school years. Manuel, her younger brother, was grounded because Ember snuck out of her room and ran away because their Dad just died. Ember was planning to go to the police department of where her Dad works and trek the destination but she felt exhausted and got lost in an abandoned barn. The police department is the same police department she is in right now.

“It felt magical.” “Well… maybe?” Ember scoffed. “I guess I wouldn’t know what that feels like. I haven’t found my mate. I’m just here, mate-less and hospitalized while you’re out kissing magical boys.” “Oh come on, Ember,” Piper groaned. “I apologized.” “Yes, and I am milking it appropriately.” Ember pouted for two full seconds… then her expression snapped back to serious. “Now. You mentioned the Widow’s Bane.” Piper stiffened.

she retorted "Yup we would be still in New York pouring drinks with you drooling over Danny from afar with no magic and no mate." I replied. "But if you want to play the blame game it's totally your fault you pushed me on that date with the handsome stranger." I smirked. "I miss Danny so much it hurts." She cried playing with the charms on her bracelet "I know I feel the same about Emmett. " I whispered as my tears began to fall *** Emmett POV ***

DEX "Coming from you, I can't even begin to imagine what that looks like. Whenever I think we're doing well, you shut down on me and run right back to Caroline." Ember sounded sad as she looked away from me. "Maybe it's best that this is almost over. I shouldn't have let myself get so carried away with this. I don't want you to mate me out of pity, or some sick sense of duty to me." My stomach twisted as she said it was almost over.

he said one night, his voice raw. “You didn’t choose for me,” Isabelle replied. “But I’ll choose for myself.” At the heart of Duskmoor, beneath the ruins of the old abbey, lay the Ember Shrine ,a place Isabelle had only seen in sketches and fragments. Together, they uncovered it. A stone chamber, lit by an eternal flame. On the walls, carvings of women in flames. At the center, an altar—and a symbol etched in gold: two names intertwined.

Trying several more times, I clutched my phone tightly as each one went to voicemail, guess I'd just be making a visit earlier than planned tomorrow. Well whatever he was up to, I hoped it wouldn't interfere with my plans. ____ (Embry's POV) "I don't know, that movie makes me cry everytime" I admit, grimacing as Dakota stopped on the movie Ghost. "Okay but like Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore, I mean come on, the best of both worlds" Dakota argued. Indigo sitting back down now carrying a pizza box, "you two are like children" she scolds.