Doon From City Of Ember Novels & Stories

"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.

Emily returned to the condo, noting its emptiness. As she entered, she called out to the AI. "Dune, where is Alex?" "Alex left at about 1:45 PM," the AI responded. Emily checked the time; it was almost 8 PM. She sighed and headed to her room to change into something more comfortable. She selected a plush velour lounge set in deep burgundy, with a soft, oversized hoodie, and matching joggers, perfect for a relaxing evening.

Just as she was being dragged to the door, she suddenly shrieked: "Marco! You will regret this! You will never find her! She doesn't want you anymore! She doesn't want you—" The door closed, cutting off her screams in the hallway. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window in the study, watching the last rays of twilight sink completely as the city lights flickered on one by one. The glass reflected my face—exhausted, pale, as if my bones had been extracted. She was right. Serana didn't want me anymore.

“Or I’m burning this mountain to the ground.” She smiled faintly and descended into the gorge. --- The shadows swallowed her quickly. With every step down, the temperature dropped. Not into cold—but into emptiness. Like the world forgot to be alive here. Trees grew without leaves. Rocks bore no moss. Even her heartbeat seemed quieter. At the gorge’s center stood a flat stone platform. A circle of blackened ash ringed its edges. Emma stepped onto it without hesitation. “I’m Emma,” she said aloud, her voice echoing strangely. “Doctor. Luna. Firebearer.”

His eyes immediately locked onto the door as it creaked open, and then they moved to Ember, who had entered cautiously. Ember offered a warm smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but she was trying. She took a steadying breath and stepped toward him. “Hello, Mr. Donovan,” she said, her voice light but careful. “I’m Ember. I just wanted to check on you, see if you need anything.”

"Once you're topside, head for the dead zone three clicks east. There's an old library with a red door. Wait for me there." "And if you don't come?" Lena asked, pragmatic as ever. The mark sent a fresh wave of pain up my arm, making my fingers twitch involuntarily. "Then get her as far from the citadel as possible." Ember stepped forward, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her body. Strange how someone whose power had been severed could still burn so hot. "I'm not leaving you to face Dain alone," she said, her voice low but fierce.

The fool. I tugged it out and turned it over. That’s when it happened. A soft thud. A cream envelope slipped from its pages, landing softly on the floor. Curious, I bent to retrieve it. No stamp. Just the embossed seal of Camden & Lyne Private Banking Group—a name that whispered old money, confidentiality, and quiet ruin. I turned the envelope over. No seal. Already opened. I should’ve left it alone. But I didn’t. The letter inside was short. Almost insultingly so.

It’s loud enough that we almost miss the sound of the front door creaking open. Heavy footsteps thump against the foyer floor. Vivienne freezes, her smile faltering. “It’s probably just—” Renzo walks in before she can finish her sentence. His eyes find mine immediately which is weird. “The Don is tearing apart the city because of you.”

he sputtered softly through laughter. Dorcus shook her head, unsure of what to say. "Ah..." He laughed, raising his head with a grin. "Come on," he said, "forget my silly sayings and ill timed manner, and let's see about your brother's welfare, shall we?" She nodded, glad to be excused from the conversation, and he kissed her cheek lightly. “Good,” he said with a smile, taking hold of her arm and pulling her along. The city was razed except for the Council Building, which was somewhat charred but nevertheless standing. As they passed through the remnants of Elkshire, they kept their eyes open, scanning the decaying, lifeless forms which scattered the city streets and houses. None of them wer

Still, the exhaustion weighing on our group felt far more urgent than my suspicions. Oliver returned after finishing the paperwork. “We’ve secured the best lodging in the central district, Alpha. An inn called Holy Ember.” We entered the city. The streets were paved with warm red bricks beneath our feet. On both sides, blacksmith shops were still hard at work, the clang of metal against metal forming a constant rhythm. Cinderbloom felt completely different from Sapphire Water territory, which smelled of damp earth and morning mist. Here, everything was dry, hot, and buzzing with explosive energy.