Danny X Ember Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Danny was trying his hardest to tell me something, but he was so out of breath he couldn't form a sentence, his cheeks streaked with tears. I looked down at Emma, who looked like she was turning blue from exertion, but looking down her body I felt relieved to see no open, bleeding wound. I was confused as I held them tightly in my arms. In my vision, I could still see it clearly, Emma was hurt and dying and Danny was begging me to help. Perhaps it wasn't a vision for today, maybe it was sometime further in the future. I shook my head at the thought. In my vision Danny and Emma were dressed in the same exact outfits they were wearing currently.

We weren't ready for that, not here. We gathered around the small fire I'd built in an old metal drum. The flames weren't much, but they cast enough light to see each other's faces and kept the worst of the cold at bay. I stayed on my feet while Lena and Ember sat on overturned crates. Old habits. "I remember him," Ember said suddenly, her eyes fixed on the fire. "Dain. He was... different then." I felt my shoulders tense. "Different how?" "He was on our side once." Her voice trembled slightly, but not from weakness. "In my first life, we fought together against Malagar. Then in another, he was my..." She swallowed, and I tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that twisted in my gut.

Ember immediately starts speaking Japanese as she seemed to understand these men better than me. *Ember* I stop tickling Damian as the shadows around us start to move. My body tenses up as I see katanas in their hands. Binx darts behind me. "Nope nope nope I ain't attacking them. I'm too young to die!" "I feel the love." I whisper.

It felt as though the little Lotus had intentionally paid people to flood the media. Frustrated, she turned to drinking. And in those five days, as she drank endlessly, any remaining feelings she had for Ryker completely died. Four more days passed, and he still didn’t come back. On the fifth day, Ember freshened up to go out to a club with her friends. She was scrolling through the male models her friend had sent her when he finally returned. He was dressed in a grey suit—one Ember had already seen online after Linda posted that she bought it for him.

Her small body trembling against his. "I promise, little one," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, "I'll never let anyone hurt you. My name is Lucas Antonio, your daddy's best friend." "My Daddy's best friend? How come I never knew or saw you before?" Little Ava inquired. "Your father helped me," Lucas said, his voice full of feeling. "When I lost my parents, he was there. When everyone else left, he took me in. He was like a brother to me. I'm successful because of Mr. David Smith."