Ember Book Novels & Stories

In an attempt to coax her out of her shell, I asked, “What do you plan to do with your time?” Ember looked at her feet. “I… don’t know,” she admitted shyly, shame sliding into the spaces between her words. “Well, what sorts of things do you like to do? Do you like to read?” Her face lit up when I mentioned reading. She smiled, and it was small but genuine. “I used to steal books from the library at the castle,” she told me. Her voice was low and held a thread of excitement as she spoke about her thievery, as though she was sharing a precious secret with me. “I was strictly forbidden from entering the library. My father never allowed me to read, I don’t even think he knows that I can. But one

Ember, although stiffened with a heated face, started following him in the business heels she was given. Ember wouldn't call herself words like beautiful because it seemed impractical. She had curves but she didn't have an attractive body. She was 5'5", light brown hair, plain brown eyes. She didn't have any special features that people ever complimented her on. She was plain, boring, minimal. The kind of a girl who had to put a million efforts to stand out. Not only because she had heard others say it about her after she grew out of her typical nerdy phase, but also because she had almost grown up believing that by heart. There was no reason to change her beliefs.

Once inside it’s walls, there wasn’t a magic on the face of this earth that could be used. Not even my shadow abilities—which was scary as all hell. “Hmm, I think that ‘Elemental Magic for Beginners’ and ‘Potions, Elixirs, and More’ would be better suited in Lola’s pack, don’t you think?” Ember mused, her eyes scanning some of the pages scatted around her desk. Her voice carved through my thoughts, chasing away the chill that the Tower never failed to evoke.

The first thing I noticed that morning was the quiet. Ember had already climbed onto the couch in the small lounge corner of the office, her legs tucked under her, flipping through a picture book. Normally, she’d be whining about breakfast or asking for cartoons, but today she was unusually calm, absorbed in the illustrations. I sat beside her, watching her small fingers trace the pages, smiling at the stories she created in her head. “You like this one?” I asked, pointing to a brightly colored drawing of a castle.

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

Present Day I’m in desperate need of a fucking cup of coffee! It's only ten o clock on a Friday morning and I have no clue how I'm gonna make it all the way to three in the afternoon. I watch as student after student approach the front of my classroom. I try my hardest to concentrate on what they are saying as they each give their thoughts on the book we have just finished reading. Many of the students end their presentation with the phrase stay golden pony boy. I am so glad that they enjoyed the book. Of course they did, a story about a gang of poor orphaned misfits fighting with the well-off rich boys from the other side of the tracks, it was a no brainer. I’m so glad that this book is par

How was this going to work? Emberly will go off to college, and guys will be falling all over themselves to be with her. She's tall, gorgeous, and has perfectly sized breasts; don't get me started on her ass. To everyone else, she's so sweet and kind, giving and nurturing. She's a freaking genius; she has all of the best qualities a woman could have.

It was just ten minutes away from the coffee shop I got breakfast from. The company, Ember & Ink, was pretty small—there were only 20 of us including the owner, who I hadn't met before because she lived abroad. It was a marketing-slash-PR agency, and when I first got the job, I had a lot to learn. Getting the position was the first good thing that happened to me in a long time. I applied because I was trying my luck. Plus, their advert was everywhere. I couldn't open a job-hunting site without seeing one.

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Simone When I was younger, my mother would sit me by the fire and tell me the same story she told every night. The story of the great black witch, Marinthia Galma. She was one of the most powerful necromancers to ever exist until she let her pride consume her. Until she started to want more.