Dying Embers Novels & Stories

“Ember…” “But now,” Ember whispered, “so are you.” She pressed her palm to Kaela’s heart. The fire flared — not the soft warmth from before, but a violent surge of red and gold that burned through Kaela’s body. Kaela gasped, her eyes wide, and for a moment, it looked like the flames might consume them both. Then it was over. Kaela’s head fell back, her breath gone. Ember pulled her hand away, her fingers shaking. Her eyes flickered gold again, then black. “She was already dying,” she said quietly. “I only made it fast.”

What did Daniel mean by too late? “Bring her back before it’s too late?” I asked them, apprehension making my muscles stiff and my breath hitch. “Alma went inside Kemy’s soul and she saw that Ember was dying. If her dragon dies before Kemy wakes up, she won’t ever wake up again. We have to either find a way to heal Ember or to wake Kemy up before it’s too late,” Mallory sighed, talking without looking at me. “F*ck!” I cursed under my breath. I had to find a way to help my mate and soon.

“Ember, can I use a memory to spark the fire?” “I guess, but you need to learn properly.” “Great,” I said, rubbing my hands together, before flames burst out of them. Which shocks everyone. I smile at the results. “What are you thinking about?” Ember asks. “That bitch Amber from school.” The heat in my body intensifies and the flames start to get higher. “I am thinking about my mom on the day of her death.”

I tightened my hands around her neck as I spoke. Of course, I let her stand up. This whore is shorter, her height was just in my shoulder. "My mate is still alive and I find her no matter what." I declared. "C-Cel.. a.. re.." She called my name using her shattered voice. I locked my gaze on her for 5 seconds before whispering to her ears; her eyes widened as she heard what I said. "Kill yourself," I said in soothing voices as I let go of her body. I left the hotel where I was staying after letting go of her body and drove straight to our house, and guess what? I'm having a bad fucking day.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

"I saw cities burn. A child alone in the middle of a war with flames that obeyed her crying. Not a weapon… a judge." Vera shook her head, whispering, "You're speaking about Eltharia's lineage. but it was wiped out." "No." Emereah's voice fractured. "Buried. And buried things don't die—they take hold." Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. The only sound was the distant crackle of fire in the brazier, throwing wild shadows across the stone walls like specters listening. And then there was the knock. Not gentle. Not courteous.

A fading one already. Like tidal waves, the timelines battle for supremacy. With flames in her hands, a reincarnation of Emery leaps at her. Another uses luminous wings to protect her. Like stars being formed and then dying all at once, sparks of time ignite around them as they clash. Emery is unable to breathe. Across iterations, her voice reverberates, saying things she may have spoken but never did. "Death both of them." "Preserve him." "Leap." "Leave it alone."

When they arrived, the Heartfire flared softly, recognizing the rhythm in their steps. Arianne smiled. “You are the Children of Dawn,” she said. “Not because you were born in the light, but because you chose to walk out of the dark.” --- The Lesson of the Ember She led them to the base of the Heartfire, where its glow pooled like liquid gold on the stone. “Each of you holds an ember,” she said. “It is small, fragile, and eternal.” The apprentices knelt, cupping their lights between trembling hands. Arianne continued:

“If a rat breathed here, I want to know which direction its whiskers pointed.” The soldiers surged forward. Doors were kicked off hinges. Cellars torn apart. Barns reduced to splinters. Tunnels checked. Wells inspected. Every scrap of cloth lifted. Every chimney probed. But Emery’s family had vanished into the world like smoke. Hours later, the fires had risen—first small, then roaring. Damian didn’t stop the torches. Tarron Vale burned in wide, hungry sheets of orange. What Emery abandoned, Damian erased. Still, no trace.

She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died." "What about Flame?" "The glossy part of the fire, cuddly bear," Saavi replied pulling Dhruv's nose. "What importance does an Ember hold to the Fire, love?" Dhruv waited for his love to answer who in reply said to him, "Ember ignites the fire and in its absence, the flame dies." "Exactly, just like that, you are important to me. You are the ember to my flame and without you, I will die." Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame."