Dying Embers Novels & Stories

"Daze, are you going to order something or will you keep on staring at them??" Daze cocked his head and then shook it. He lifted one brow before he said, "Dude if you want to die alone without having a girlfriend or wife, suit yourself. But don't try to stop me because I know when a woman is a gold digger or not, and I can tell that these two ladies are decent."

I tell him, I start feeling hot, but not like in a sick way and I watch the Gods quirk up while the Goddesses widen their eyes. "I told you!" Hera says to Poseidon, "Too many dragon drops," "And it'll make her aroused?" He asked her as I shuffle on my feet "It would enhance a feeling she doesn't feel often or ever," Aphrodite tells him and I rock from my heels to my toes "Alright, see you guys later," Death picks me up putting me back over his shoulder "Be gentle," Demeter said Death snorts and snaps and we were back in his room. A whine leaves my lips as he puts me in his bed and I roll onto my stomach putting my hands under my thighs

He stayed silent as he wiped my stomach off and turned the lights on. "It's not uncommon for women who have had fertility problems to miscarry" he said. I shook my head "please tell me this isn't true" He looked at me sadly and rubbed my knee "we will have to schedule a D&C to remove the contents of your uterus" My hands began to shake and I shook my head "w...when?" "Tomorrow 12 pm. Is that okay? I can do the procedure myself" I nodded sadly and grabbed my purse and walked out with a small goodbye.

The night went still again. Ember stood there for a long moment,cold and shaking, feeling all the rises from her skin, she pressed her hand against the window glass. Recalling the words again “He’s not gone”. The words echoed in her head over and over until her pulse began to hit painfully against her ribs. When she finally lay herself down, she didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted salt from her middle lips. Darius’s POV

And I see it. A ring of trees scorched black at the base, yet alive. In the center, glowing like an ember from the bones of the earth, is the Heartwood Emberroot. Blood-red tendrils curl around stone. Fire dances faintly through its veins. I step forward. “Wait,” Inferno warns. “He’s coming.”

*Ember* The days dragged on in the suffocating confines of the breeder’s room. My spirit was fading like a dying ember. Weakness gnawed at me, and my body ached with every movement. The dim light of the day barely illuminated the corners of the room, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror my own sense of despair. How long had it been since Lukas last came in and forced me to use the last of my strength? I didn’t know. I couldn’t even count the days by how many times he came in to yell at me.

Esmeralda threw off the blazer that had been covering her head and arms, then scrambled to get off Austin to rush back into the room. Austin instantly understood what had happened while his attention was elsewhere. He gritted his teeth and held Esmeralda back by her arm. "Your parents threw out here for a reason. Why're you going back in?" "They're still there! I have to get them out!" He saw his young self in her. "They're gone! They're buried in burning rubble!" Smoke started to fill the entire floor. The fire was spreading. More ominous cracks and creaks warned everyone of the imminent danger.

“I really tried.” “I know,” Matteo whispered. “I know you did.” They sat like that for a long time. In silence. Waiting for a miracle. --- At the old couple’s house, a fire burned in the small hearth. Derek lay on a makeshift bed, wrapped in warm blankets. Mama Sade pressed a wet cloth to his forehead. “He’s still burning up.” Papa Remy stirred soup in a pot. “We’ll keep him alive. We’ll keep him safe.”

The Void Hunters had arrived in force, their presence turning the sky into a writhing mass of anti-light that hurt to look upon directly. The assault began, striking first at the Realm of Embers, a world where phoenix-folk had dwelt for millennia, their cities carved from crystallized flame and their culture built around eternal renewal. I watched from Hollowshade's mirror-pool, the scrying surface rippling with images of unspeakable devastation as flames that had burned for ten thousand years were swallowed whole in moments, leaving only a bleak, echoing silence that stretched across continents.

“Stalling won’t help you now, Emma.” Emma didn’t look at Steve, didn’t wait for a sign. She only said, “Run when I say.” Then she turned the flame up, watched it flicker, and smiled. “Methane,” she said. “Highly flammable. You know, from all the corpses and decomposing things your little playground is built on.” Terra’s smile faltered. “You wouldn’t.” But Emma already had. She tossed the lighter. It spun through the air—slow, beautiful, almost graceful.