Ember Inferno Novels & Stories

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

of the server rack. "If the 'Mainframe' is 'Liquidated', the 'Inheritor' dies with it!" Elena screamed, her "Calculating" face undergoing a "Total System-Shatter." "No," Ethan growled, his "Piercing Blue Eyes" reflecting the "Gilded" sparks of the "System-Collapse." "The 'Mainframe' is just 'Residual Noise'. The 'Source-Code' is in the 'Dirt'."

Lucas panted as his feet pounded the treadmill below him, as he pushed himself, ignoring his aching muscles wanting it to hurt. He wanted to feel even a fraction of the pain his mate must be going through now. Not only that, he wanted to destroy everything and anything he could lay his hands on, so large was his anger. However, his office was already suffering from the aftermaths of his rage and since he could barely set a fire to the pack house in his blind rage, he decided to work it out by exercising brutally.

Elena Gilbert, is the head of the gang who parades herself as the Queen of the school, she has about 5 minions under her. Zara Backer, the second in command, blabber mouth and Elena's best friend, she has 3 minions under her. And then, there is Bella Jones, the quiet one she had 2 minions under her. Their rankings are in the order of their wickedness. "You fool can't you talk!," Thundered Zara. "Please let me be today," Zara scoffed, "Did you also dream of that, Dream!," That was the height of it, she has already had enough from her parents fight at home now it's their turn to pick on her because of her useless name.

Even worse if it extends into the afterlife. “This sucks! They don’t actually expect us to just go along with this, do they?” Lume demanded hotly in her head. “Apparently, that’s their plan…” Ember answered with her own annoyance. “Not on my watch! You remember that epic part I mentioned earlier?” Lume asked with a dangerous grin. “This is the part where we show how epic we really are, babe!” She howled in her head. Ember wasn’t sure what she meant, but she could feel a surge of power suddenly churn inside her; it felt like the ominous brewing of a dangerous storm that would soon escape the confines of her body.

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

Even her lips turned white, making the tear tracks on her cheeks look like deep, hollow ravines. Dad walked over. His voice trembled too. "Dex, that command doesn't count. It was said in the heat of the moment. It doesn't count." The door was pushed open again. Sapphire stood in the doorway, looking at us hesitantly. "Adam has been sent back," she began. "His system glitched out. The manufacturer said his emotional module overloaded, so he had to be recalled to the factory for repairs." Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and lowered my head. Tears burned against my lids. My lips quivered. This was wrong. Deeply wrong. Jayden was my brother. Blood. And I had sex with him without thinking twice. How do I face Nana's grave? I could almost hear her voice: "Girl, you think I never sinned? You think I built this family on purity? Please." But the thought didn't comfort me. Nana was dead. And I was alive, making mistakes she couldn't fix.