Novel & Cerita Ember In The Ashes Series

Ashley felt a shiver ran down her spine, her breathing increased, as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened with Thomas. Ashley kept playing with the hem of her amber coloured dress, careful not to remove the soft strands of beaded lace along the hem. She brushed a hand across her hair, biting her lips nervously as the waited at the entrance to Aiden's mansion. A maid opened the door, a bright smile on her face as she motioned Ashley to enter inside. She walked very fast with her fingers tightly clutched around her purse. She felt nervous, she was meeting Aiden sister for the first time, she was the only family he had left and it meant so much to Ashley that Aiden sister sho

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

He said while focusing on my eyes. I scowled and retreated, saying, "So this means, Emebrly saw that bastard when she went shopping with Skylar." Asher looked at me with wide eyes and exclaimed, "What, are they still in New York? I thought they would go after I refused them, wait for, don't tell me they found out about Emberly." Hello, my beautiful readers, how is this chapter, Is'nt it's so emotional and very painful about her past, her trauma, please

“I’ll wake you when we get there.” Without answering, I lean back into the seat, close my eyes, and let the steady hum of the car and the muted sounds of the road pull me under. The day lights flicker like they’re playing hide-and-seek with me, and before I realise it, my feet carry me back into the same dark corridor from earlier night. The air here is colder, heavier. My legs sink slightly into the carpet. On one side of the hallway, Emma’s body lies sprawled on the floor, her limbs bent at angles no living body holds. Adrian stands beside. Something like steel in his hand reflects the light, flashing sharply for a split second.

Cursing, Asher turned off the shower and wrapped his wet body in his black robe. He immediately pulled a cigarette from his stash and lit it. “Damn!” He would only smoke if things got out of hand and he can’t answer questions that have been bugging him. And what happened in the carnival last night bothers the hell out of him. What is Emerald? Was she a monster? A witch? A vampire? Or maybe a shapeshifter. He doesn’t know the answer to it, and neither did Marana. Asher was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. His eyebrows knitted and waited for the person to talk.

Ember (As Ash) POV The hall glowed with firelight, shadows twisting over banners and stone, but the warmth of the flames couldn’t disguise the sharpness that lingered in the air. Every laugh was forced, every clink of goblets too loud, as though everyone in that room was just waiting for the moment when blood would spill across the table. I walked in at Magnus’s side, my shoulders squared, my expression carved from stone. Every eye turned to me, and though I wore the face of Ash, though the chains of disguise wrapped tight around me, inside I was Ember. And Ember was boiling.

I shout at Ash as another fireball streaks toward us. He dives, rolls, and comes up panting. We've been doing this dance for what feels like hours, dodging flames while Ember reorganizes her hoard with meticulous attention. She's currently debating whether a jeweled crown from the Second Age should go with the gold pile or the "historically significant artifacts" section.

“They think you’re losing it.” “I am losing it. And maybe that’s what it’ll take.” She was quiet, studying me. Then, softly: “We’re with you.” I turned toward her. She held out a small vial. Inside it, a flame flickered. White with specks of gold. Not like any fire I’d seen before. “What is it?” I asked. “Part of the original ember,” she said. “From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.”

he said with a curious tone. “You said a difficult pill to swallow,” I explained. “We still say that in the future.” He nodded. Then, after a moment of silence, he continued. “Elsbeth’s condition was kept secret while we struggled for a solution. Her delivery time was expected to be close to that of my Emily’s. Emily gave birth to a beautiful girl. She was perfect,” he choked out. “Unfortunately, she lived only a few days before her lungs failed her. She died in Emily’s arms.”

"It's I just I hadn't thought about your age. What happens when I get old and you don't" He cupped her face and silenced her with a kiss. "Don't think about that. We have time yet to worry." He kissed her again, harder, and a rush of images filled her head. Rurik's memories Colorful silk gowns swirled in candlelight, and the empress sat on her throne with a secretive smile on her lips. Dancing and laughter and joy were all around her. Time seemed to blur, and she felt a growing gloom, a press of evil drawing closer and closer. Men rushed through moonlit halls. She saw them through Rurik's eyes. He wore a leather bomber jacket and was calling for men to help him. Then there was a room full of