Dying Embers Novels & Stories

“Hi, Agnes. Long time no see. I wonder, by the time you see this video, will I already be dead? But even if I am, my body will stay here, just like these bones. So, Agnes, don’t forget to come and collect my corpse.” The air fell into a heavy silence. Even breathing seemed stifled. Then, the crowd erupted again, louder than before. “Don’t say that, Jacob! We’re sending people to look for you right now!” The video kept playing. I looked straight into the camera, speaking each word clearly. “I’ll record everything on Exile Island in my own way—to record how I walked toward my death and to record how the Yule family walks toward destruction. This video might never make it out, but I’ll find a w

I shout at Ash as another fireball streaks toward us. He dives, rolls, and comes up panting. We've been doing this dance for what feels like hours, dodging flames while Ember reorganizes her hoard with meticulous attention. She's currently debating whether a jeweled crown from the Second Age should go with the gold pile or the "historically significant artifacts" section.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Emilia grinned, "I find them my favourite plants. Don't you agree?" "Yes," Alice breathed, taking the pot from Emilia's grip. She inspected it carefully smiling. "They're my favourite plants too..." "I remember my science teacher calling it a 'Taraxacum erythrospermum' once. She had a right go at me because I would continue to call it a 'Dandelion,'" Emilia laughed, "Calling it a 'Taraxacum Erthrospermum' takes about a day to say." Alice wasn't listening to Emilia. She had gently placed the dandelion on the table and had started watering it, just like how Emilia did. She did it as carefully as she good, gazing at awe at the pretty plant.

There were words which came to him from one which he had read and known, and he began to recite it wearily. "Fear not for the night affair And fear not for the fires Burned in city Pyre bring Forth fulfilled desires. New life from the ashes springs With love much more than death Coming forth from death arise In royal splendor blessed." He spoke the words in short and labored sections, each line a breath and each breath a gasp as he grasped at the remnants of life. He watched as the light faded to shadows and the shadows turned to blotched impressions of light and dark. The whole of the room was slowly fading into darkness, and it was not his eyes which failed only, but the light of the fire

I had earlier on made a constructive prophecy that came out of simple imagination and suspicion about something relating to cold and ice on conjunction with the winter. Seemed I was right though, I’m always right. The winter comes with unimaginable cold, sometimes overwhelming and brutal. We all know that living things like to take cold substances but in ourselves, we don’t want to get extremely cold as the substance. How dare venture into the ice road or ice water, seems death is beaconing on you. No one with his or her right senses goes in contact with ice. That’s the same way it is with our lives. When we are cold within, we scare people away likewise when we are too hot. Life needs to be

He decides he will go out with his head held high. “Long live King Raphael, the true king of Ember City!” shouts Nick. The crowd cheers for the boy’s courage. Rex gives the nod to Hector. Hector looks at the crowd, then Nick and then Rex. Hector takes a deep breath and pulls the lever. Nicks falls through the hole and hangs. They can hear Nick struggling to breathe and Hector prays it will be over quick. After a few minutes the doctor pronounces him dead. The crowd leaves twenty minutes after Nick is pronounced dead. All but two. Hector is so wrapped up in everything he didn’t notice Jesse and Mike holding two more prisoners. He then remembered Rex told Nick his father and brother will watch

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

“Turns out her father is the beta from Crimson Moon. The same beta from the Embers pack.” “The Embers pack?” Dynamite Al groans out as if even saying the name brings him pain. “What the fuck do they have to do with all this?” “What do you know about the embers pack?” I asked Al, wondering what history he might have with them and if he would share that information.