Ember Inferno Novels & Stories

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."

asks Frank. His eyes are red and puffy from crying. Hector answers him. What’s the harm? “I don’t know if they are innocent or not. I don’t know if you are innocent. All I know is I was given a job and if I don’t carry it out, I will pay the price and I am a vampire. I can’t just die and be able to find peace. No, he will keep me alive and make me suffer and anyone I care for. I have taken no joy and I am sure they will haunt me to the end of my days,” says Hector, full of emotion.

20: something happened while he was away || Regina: to get it off your chest. That way you’ll feel less guilty of leaving. Denver: And i’m sorry. For a million times, im sorry. Regina: like you say, there are somethings you can’t recover from, somethings sorrys cant heal or wipe away of erase. Denver: Our son had died. Tyler had died, we were known in the community, we couldn’t get back to our normal lives without the pitiful stares or shots. The grief still lingered after a year.

Telling us Elysia was alive, safe and waiting. A chill ran down my spine for an entirely different reason. Because that level of awareness should not exist. Not yet. Inferno finally spoke. "Interesting." That single word carried enough weight to silence everyone. Because Inferno almost never described anything as interesting. Ancient threats? Insignificant. Powerful enemies? Manageable. Political conflicts? Tedious. Interesting? That was rare. Very rare.

I got a call from my brother, Ronald Samson, just 15 days before my cousin Brenda Larkin and my fiance Alan Godwin were set to be married. The first thing out of his mouth was an accusation. "Did you tell your friends to post all that trash under Brenda's social feed? I knew it. I was wondering why you'd been so quiet lately. Turns out you were waiting to pull this. Do you have any idea she cried because of those comments? Get over here and apologize to Brenda right now."

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.