Doon From City Of Ember Novels & Stories

(SHEILA'S POV) As dusk settled over the woods, I found myself amidst the gathering darkness, my steps muffled by the forest floor. With Emberlyn leading the way, accompanied by her loyal mercenaries, we pressed on in search of Orion. My heart yearned to bridge the gap between myself and my step-sister, seeking an opportunity for conversation amid the tense atmosphere. Yet, Emberlyn's demeanor atop her steed appeared forbidding, her fiery hair matching the intensity of her resolve.

Like, what if us sitting here is just wasting time and the moment we go to his resuce it would be too late. The door opens and Ember steps in. It's only been a few hours since she wore her warrior clothes, anyone would have at least loosened their muscles a bit but she still looks ready to tear someone apart. "Haven, it's time." I scurry to my feet and run past her nar the door, heading downstairs to where I find everyone ready. "Come on," Aamon pulls my hand and we walk out of the house. There's a full on army standing all over the property and by what I've seen from the pack, this is quarter if the warriors.

Bigger games to play. So I'd let her be, for now. Let her enjoy the moment of peace. There would be time to smooth things over with Isla later… once I handled the mess that was no doubt waiting for me in the city. A soft chime echoed through the cabin, followed by the pilot's voice. "Landing in approximately ten minutes. Welcome to Las Vegas." I turned to the window and peered out, watching as the bright lights of the city began to peek through the clouds. My city. My territory.

“Misha—” “Stop.” I turn to Donn. “Leave.” Donn’s smirk fades, just a little. He studies me, then Damon, then me again. Then, slow, he pushes off the wall, straightening his shirt. “As you wish, little storm.” He ports out in a swirl of shadow, leaving only the scent of pine and leather behind. Damon’s hands come to my waist, his grip bruising. “He’s dangerous.” “I know.” “He wants you.”

And trust me—if you think things are intense now… you haven’t seen anything yet. So stay close, stay ready, and keep reading, because Claimed by the Don is only getting hotter, darker, and more irresistible from here. Wishing you a Merry Christmas filled with joy, love, and a little bit of dangerous romance. 💋🎁 With love, Your Author 💖

"You survived the cane, Costello. But you have made an enemy of the Valenti family. Come, Layla." Enzo turned and marched out of the room, his heavy boots echoing down the corridor. Layla paused at the doorway. She looked back at Frank, then her eyes flicked one last time to the dark library doors where I stood. She gave a single, microscopic nod. A silent understanding before vanishing into the hall. Elena stood up, looking at her bleeding son with a mixture of loathing and fear. "Look at what you’ve done to yourself," she hissed, her voice trembling.

The evening breeze toys with the hem of my skirt. Eric Bellini—the new Don whose very name can silence the East Coast's underworld for three whole seconds—is now carefully adjusting the lapel of my coat with the same hands that once signed blood-soaked pacts and pulled countless triggers. His touch is so gentle it feels almost devout. His fingers brush against my collarbone, sending an almost unbearable jolt through my veins.

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

I heard Ember moving but couldn’t see her, suddenly the place was illuminated as fire spewed from her mouth until a torch lit where we were. The place looked like some medieval dungeon. We walked down and saw different metal doors where we couldn’t even see who was inside. Ember touched each door closing her eyes and stopped at one. She opened her eyes and turned to me, “She’s here” I made my way to the door where Ember was and slotted in her golden key and sure enough the key opened the door. Ember held the torch at the door and I entered, I found a figure crouched down on the dirty ground and noticing the lights and footsteps, she looked up.