Ember And Ash Novels & Stories

His eyes fully focused on me as he enunciated the last word. Chills emerged on my skin, as my hands trembled a little, luckily for me, it was hidden beneath the layers of bed sheets. I turned around to go out with James, when his voice came in again. " What's your name?", he questioned I stood still as my father's warning flashed into my head, " don't reveal your surname to anyone", he had warned. I took in a short breath as I turned around to face him. " I'm Ember" " You have a sweet name Ember", he said as a smile made its way to his face.

Rowan's POV One week later* It's been a week, a wonderful week since Ember healed up from being poisoned by wolfsbane. She was poisoned by that demon called Zara, who pretends to be a cool and kind lady in front of Thane. She's just using him. Well, that's not the point. The point is that the second Ember walks through those doors, I won't hesitate to embrace her, kiss her, and tell her how much I have always loved her, despite being rude and harsh to her.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this happy. A soft smile spread across her lips as she glanced at Jamal. For the first time since they stepped foot on the beach, she was truly grateful she had agreed to go on this date with him. “Thank you,” Ashley whispered, pulling away slightly so she could look into his emerald green eyes. “Anything to make you smile, Ash,” Jamal replied, his lips curving into a warm smile. Ashley’s heart fluttered. Even now, she couldn’t help but be amazed by him.

“That’s impossible! He didn’t even take his phone with him…” She was right. They had taken my phone before we left, but the housemaid couldn’t bear it and secretly returned it to me. I had planned to record the route, thinking maybe one day I could find my way back. Hence, when I was taken, the phone was still in my chest pocket. That was how this footage was captured. After seeing it, Ralph crawled to Agnes’s feet, crying. “Jacob is doing great overseas right now! This has to be AI! Agnes, don’t believe it!”

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Emmy hated that. She wanted the goodbye small. Instead, half the valley appeared. There was food. Music. Children. Dragons. A banner Liora immediately removed because it said: THE DAUGHTER OF ASH AND AMETHYST BEGINS HER JOURNEY Liora stared at it. “Who made this?” Nobody answered. Emmy tried not to laugh. Liora pointed. “I am not the Daughter of Ash and Amethyst.” A small child asked, “What are you?”

Olivia chuckled. "You’re right," Oliviaadmitted, her shoulders relaxing just a little. "I can’t let her come between us. Not again." She glanced back at Asher, watching him move through the crowd, his brow furrowed as he spoke with some pack members. He looked tired, like the weight of everything was pressing down on him more than usual. "Thanks, Em. I needed to hear that." Helen nodded, her expression serious again. "But seriously... if you ever need to punch Asher in the face, I’ll be here to hold him down for you."

I grab a salt shaker, pretending I was doing literally anything else, just as Mum and Aunt Primrose walk in. They look between us. Suspicious. But they say nothing. “Emerald is driving us to see the other members who lost their loved ones yesterday,” Aunt Primrose says. “Be good while we’re gone.” Her eyes linger on us. I rise immediately, already heading for the door. “And Eme… Asher.” Her voice stops me. I turn, catching the warning in her tone. Asher and I share a look before facing her. “I know you’re both young and hot kids,” she says gently. “Hot-blooded werewolves, in fact.”

Right after posting it, while I was still reading comments mocking me for putting on a tough front, I saw Immortal Ashes Team’s official account tag me in a post, openly standing by my side. "The crowd follows the herd. The strong walk alone. Those who don’t know how to cherish what they have will lose it. Ash Mercer, we stand with you. IA will always be your strongest backing."

he whispered. I felt like punching him in the mouth for putting me through that emotional trauma, but I knew better than to do anything stupid right now. I lay still in the car, breathing heavily in relief at not being caught. I was surprised when Xena and Asher came out again less than five minutes later, raising their voices at each other. “What you refuse to understand is that there’s an English word called coincidence, which is exactly what happened in Grace’s case!” Asher was saying loudly.