Ember And Ash Novels & Stories

They were talking and smiling. She saw them approaching the bride and groom. Danie's eyes were searching someone but Emily was hell bent on taking his attention. Ashley's feature soured with distaste. She joined the crowd. Steve and Giselle fed each other the piece after cutting the cake. Daniel shoved a piece of cake into Steve's mouth and started searching the crowd. Ashley was waiting for him to spot her. And spot he did. But before he could take a stride, Emily grabbed his elbow and shoved a piece of cake into his mouth. Now, that added fuel to her fire. Ashley sauntered away, burning and seething.

~EMETT AND ASHLEY~ Emett and Ashley found themselves enjoying each other’s company off to the side of the pool, comfortable in a couple of beach chairs that they found. They both sipped on beer, talking about Ashley’s love for dance. It was good conversation, but there was something that Emett wanted to clarify with the blonde. After all, he was on a mission.

“I’m Emerson. Em for short” “Well Em for short, I think we’re going to be BFFS. Em grinned a huge grin. She couldn’t agree more. The rest of the day she and Aspen hung out. She showed her all around the new house. And told her where they’d come from although she didn’t tell her why, not yet anyway. Aspen seemingly sensed that was a no go conversation , so she kindly didn’t ask. They hung out in the pool and Em learned they’d be going to the same school - thank goodness. She learned about the elusive twin Asher and how he - apparently- was a trouble maker times ten as Aspen put it.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

A funeral before the battle. Emilia sat alone on a ridge, overlooking the forest. She felt them below—the new pact, the unity forming like bone knitting around a break. Asher approached from the shadows, footsteps light as wind. “You made them follow you,” he said. “No,” she answered. “I made them remember who they’re fighting.” He crouched beside her. “You scare me when you’re like this.” She turned, eyebrow arched. “When I’m strong?” “When you look at the moon like it’s already yours.”

He stands behind me, arms crossed, a shadow refusing to be drawn in. The old rogue begins to speak. “She came in the season between the moons. The one with no name. The one where wolves forgot their howls. She wore no crown. No mate-mark. No Alpha’s scent.” The hum continues beneath her voice, like breath rising from old earth. “She walked alone into the Bone Lands, where no pack claimed the soil. Her hands bled spiral. Her eyes burned red. Her name was ash. Her tether already severed.” A shiver ripples through the pack. No one looks at me.

Cassian replied him and then moved his eyes to look at Maximus who stared at Julianne like he wanted something from her. “Who is she?” Maximus asked and Julianne looked at him. Not they? She thought and looked behind her to be sure if Marianne was still with her. She moved her eyes back to Cassian and heard him say; “Ash. She’s a newbie.” “It’s Julianne,” she made herself clear and got a grin from Cassian. “Or could be Jules,” the other one said. Funny! Julianne rolled her eyes at the back of her mind. Marianne tugged at Julianne’s cloth again and Julianne asked Cassian, “Where is it?”

“There’s an old Everley story about a dragon with more than one mate. Even in your kind, it’s rare, but it has happened. The bonds burned hot, and together, they were more than any others could ever hope to be. In fact, they were unmatched. But the same heat that made them powerful also could have destroyed them, and more than once, it nearly did. It wasn’t magic that saved them in the end, but the way they chose to wield it together.” The way she said “your kind” made my chest clench. “And if they hadn’t handled it right?” I asked. She didn’t look away. “Then the fire would have consumed them all. And everything around them.” I sat back, forcing my expression neutral while my mind whirled.

I made my way through the dark corridors of the dungeon, my heart burning with a desire for revenge. I had been betrayed by Luciana, the very person I thought was my friend and ally. But now, I was determined to make her pay with her blood. I reached the cell where Sam and Morris were being held, and I could see the fear in their eyes as they looked up at me. "Who are you?" they chorused together. "The spirit that has been haunting you. I am Ashley, the Luna you all killed." They were white with horror and their teeth clattered in an attempt to speak.

As it stepped closer, Ashley recognized her sister, Karen. “Karen!” Ashley called out, relief washing over her. “Please, call for help!” she cried, a desperate plea in her voice. “It's Adam… I don't know why, but he's trying to…” Karen’s chilling laugh cut Ashley off. “You don't get it, do you?” Karen was standing beside Adam now. Leaning forward, they locked lips in front of Ashley's horrified eyes. Ashley's grip on the rail tightened until she felt her hands go numb. Was this some kind of twisted nightmare?