Dying Embers Novels & Stories

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."

The lines were beautiful, fluid, like water flowing over stone. "The watcher's breath." Tessa nodded. "The watcher's breath. The garden's breath. Our breath." --- Ember had stopped sleeping entirely. She lay on the grass, her body pressed against the soil, and she let the garden's heartbeat pulse through her. The dead were not speaking to her anymore—they had become part of the garden's breath, their voices absorbed into the rhythm. She did not need to hear them. She could feel them, the way she felt her own blood moving through her veins.

Drizzy gave him a questioning look. Ethan chuckled. He walked past Drizzy to sit at the edge of the table before saying "I'm not hiding Drizz. You will know the night after tomorrow". Drizzy looked confused "What do you mean by the night after tomorrow?" "This" Ethan pulled out a card from the drawer and gave it to Drizzy who collected it with a skeptical look on her face Drizzy took the card wondering where this was leading to. The card was black with an ash ribbon tied in the middle.

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He turned and looked at me with eyes that looked like two burning embers. "You're the fucking Grim Reaper," I gasped and fell to my ass and watched him easily conquer the Banshee with a swipe of his scythe. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my sword and swung it at the seeker that was approaching Rai's back. I separated its spine and watched it crumble into nothing. I turned and watched Rai closely, admiring him as he twisted and turned his scythe and sliced the corpse seekers in two. Their blood was flowing everywhere and I worried about my pilot. I hurried to the hangar and looked inside to see Doug sleeping soundly on a cot. I exhaled my relief and turned to see Grim, well Rai, wiping his s

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

he said one night, his voice raw. “You didn’t choose for me,” Isabelle replied. “But I’ll choose for myself.” At the heart of Duskmoor, beneath the ruins of the old abbey, lay the Ember Shrine ,a place Isabelle had only seen in sketches and fragments. Together, they uncovered it. A stone chamber, lit by an eternal flame. On the walls, carvings of women in flames. At the center, an altar—and a symbol etched in gold: two names intertwined.