Ember Falls Audiobook Novels & Stories

She called, yet the old woman continued to shake. So she takes a step forward. As she did Ember can feel her feet getting heavier with every step, almost seeming to sink into the wooden floorboards. Ten feet away it’s like wading and fighting through mud. Five feet and the very air seems to offer up resistance, the sense of dread and hopelessness settling on her like a second skin. “Accashia?” Her voice trembled. “E–Elder?” “Accashia?!” She says out loud. Ember tries to calm her own frazzled nerves. But seeing Mongolia’s eyes roll on the back of her head after letting out a mocking titter did the exact opposite.

“Hi Ash, is that right? She says as she looks down at her notes. “Yes, that’s what I prefer to be called, how are you?” I reach out and take her hand and give it a firm shake. “I’m good. My name is Erica, What bring you in today?” I guess she just wants to jump right in and bypass the small talk. That’s what I’m here for might as well not waste time. “Anxiety, that’s why I’m here. I’m getting debilitating panic attacks”. I give her the main reason for my visit while still controlling the situation.

Rebecca doing exactly that, she jumps to the side and lands on her arms. As expected, the spot where Rebecca landed breaks open and some of the titles fall into the house. "Damn it," I say, hearing the sound of the titles as they hit the hardwood floor. The sound draws some nearby infected and they come walking toward us. "Get down," I whisper, looking at the package. Immediately, the two of us drop to our knees. Looking over, I see a few infected pushing against the glass door. Eventually, they push the door down and enter the house. They stumble over to where the titles dropped and look around.

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

The ache in my muscles that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with being alive. Then Ember decided. I slipped free carefully, lifting her from the bassinet before she could escalate. She blinked up at me, serious and unimpressed, like I’d personally delayed breakfast out of spite. “I know,” I whispered. “You’re right.” Behind me, Rowan stirred but didn’t wake. I smiled to myself as I settled into the chair by the window, feeding Ember while the sky lightened outside. Emberfall was already moving; I could hear it in the distance. The pack didn’t sleep in late.

Episode 2. The forest had always dominated Shade town, especially the outskirts. Emma and her friend Audrey went deep into the forest, they however sat on a large fallen timber. At that moment, Audrey had just remembered she forgot to bring along a text book that was supposed to help them through their assignment. "You dump girl!" Emma complained. "Yeah, yeah, yeah I accept. Hold on let me go back and get it." "Of course you, sure you ain't expecting me to head on back with you, are you?"

The part of me that’s tied to it. **ASHER** Should I be worried? She gave a small smile. **EMBER** Maybe. But not yet. They walked back together, and with every step, Ember felt the land pulling at her—not with fear or urgency— But with **recognition**. She wasn’t just on Raven’s Peak anymore. She was *part* of it. And it was beginning to move. **** POV: Aiden St. Clair. The building creaked with age and neglect. Rust stained the steel beams, and the smell of oil and old blood lingered. Outside, a black SUV idled, its headlights off. Inside, the table was set—maps of Raven’s Peak, old mining records, digital blueprints.

Ember’s POV The world went sideways. For one dizzy heartbeat there was only air and rain and the sickening sense of falling. Then my feet hit the slope of wet gravel beyond the wall and slid out from under me. I tumbled down the embankment, stones scraping my palms, the ledger thudding against my ribs like a second heart. I landed hard on my side at the edge of the road. The smell of tar and rain filled my nose. My ears rang. Somewhere behind me—on the other side of the wall—Aaron shouted my name, voice sharp enough to cut the storm.

Inside were scrolls, bones, and a map of Duskmoor with three points marked in blood-red wax. One marked the cathedral. One marked the abbey ruins. The third—unbroken—lay beneath the Montrose estate. Her home. Chapter Eleven: The Ember Rises It happened just past midnight. Isabelle had returned to the family townhouse, alone, determined to find the third vault before the Broken Flame did. Snow drifted against the windows, and the house seemed quieter than it had in years. Too quiet. She descended into the cellars with nothing but a lantern and her resolve.

Clara’s victory radiated behind her like cruel laughter. ........ Later that night, Emery lay curled beneath her blanket, sweat dampening her hairline. Her skin burned and chilled in turns, her stomach twisting until she thought she might break apart. Ethan had fallen asleep against her side after insisting he wouldn’t leave her alone. She stroked his hair, whispering reassurances even as her own strength drained. She would not let him worry more than he already did. From the hallway, laughter echoed faintly. Clara’s voice, light and intimate, carried through the stillness. Emery strained her ears. She heard Damian’s deeper tone too, muffled, reluctant perhaps, but there. Clara’s giggle foll