Dying Embers Novels & Stories

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.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

I just nodded, not adding anything else. We had just sparked up a fire to chase away the chill in our place when, out of nowhere, the power cut out. The room plunged into darkness, leaving only the glow of our stubborn little stove. Yvonne went off with the landlord to hunt down some candles. Wade was right on her heels, moving through the flickering shadows. I caught a glimpse of him trying to hug Yvonne, but she pushed him off in a flash. "Thomas isn't feeling great. You stay and take care of him," she said, her voice carrying just enough for me to catch it.

They didn’t call him Alexander Steele because that was his name. They called him Fire because nothing stayed the same after he passed through. From the top floor of Blackwood Tower, Alexander stood motionless behind a wall of glass, watching the city glow beneath him. The streets were alive with headlights and ambition, but to him, it was all just a chessboard. Every building, every company, every person existed in terms of leverage and loss. The rain began to fall, streaking the windows like thin veins of silver.

He had given orders to have more made, and he knew with enough in their possession, they could definitely come out on top as the greatest mercenary group in the world. "It's a display of fire," Karl said. "You light it up, run away, and it explodes. At least, that's what I was told. It can be thrown, and it can destroy walls." "That means if you have that, there would be no need for siege engines?" Lexi asked. "Yes. And we would be the deadliest mercenaries on the planet. I hope." "You are already revered by all. The Night Witch does strike fear in the heart of many. And you never tell me how your number grows."

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.