Dying Embers Novels & Stories

*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.

Mariam leaned on Saadiya for support as they both watched on as the people present threw handfuls of sand into the grave while reciting the verse; "We created you from it and return you to it and from it we will raise you a second time." Mariam's hands shook when it came to her turn to throw the hand full of sand into her friend's grave, she restrained herself and limited her grief to only crying although she just wanted to scream out her feelings. Immediately she was done, she left the grave site with Saadiya, unable to contain her emotions but Omar stayed until the end. He felt he owed Parvina at least this much.

She'll be Dead if the spell needed for her treatment isn't provided. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Ember:pov Panting heavily I Dave the dragon that was chasing after me? I don't understand why they're after everybody even human! Some of them have been killed while some was posses? I don't really understand this thing?...

My wife, Aspen Harrod, was the richest person in this city, but I was just a lowly househusband. To celebrate her birthday, I used the two hundred dollars that I had saved for many years to buy her a birthday cake and a red rose. On the way to pick up the cake with my son, Jude Anderson, we ran into a car accident. Jude only suffered minor injuries with my protection, but I was in critical condition. Before I died, Jude gave Aspen three calls. In the first call, Jude cried. He said that I was seriously injured in the car accident, and I was covered in blood. Aspen snorted. “Is that weak-willed man thinking of new ways to get money from me? Sure, I’ll give you ten dollars. It shou

Words, to her freaking surprise, turned to saliva and slipped down her throat. This feeling was intense— just like the eyes of her Alpha. Sparkling Embers, dark yellow, looking like scorching heating fire. Fire that spurts from the mouth of a dragon, which melts every freaking wall and vaporizes every drop of water, and turns every being into ash if caught under its cage.

I didn’t expect her to. Inside, the air was heavy and damp, and the scent of rot clung to every surface. The floor was littered with debris, broken tiles, shattered wood, and fragments of stone. Ember leaned against one of the sturdier walls, her arms crossed, her golden eyes sharp as they tracked my every movement. She was evaluating me, as she always did, weighing her chances of survival against the risk of staying close. “This is your big fucking plan?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hide in a crumbling shack and hope they just…go the away?”

“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.”

“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.

The sky was red with toxic mist, and the ground pulsed like living flesh. "The second is The Whispering Void. A psychological world. It attacks your mind directly, bypassing physical defenses entirely. It shows you your fears, your failures, your worst possible futures, and it makes them feel absolutely real. You'll experience every trauma you've ever suppressed, every nightmare you've tried to forget, every anxiety amplified to unbearable levels. Deadies have been known to go completely, irreversibly insane within minutes of entering. You'll need to cross it in four hours while maintaining your sanity and sense of direction in absolute darkness."