Embers Rekindled Novels & Stories

She nodded hard and squeezed his hand back, tight: "Benjamin, it's okay. You finally remembered—thank goodness. We're finally reunited again!" Off to the side, Carl sensed the aura that had wholly reawakened within Benjamin. The pale-gold spiritual energy around him slowly dispersed. He turned, looking at Amelia and Benjamin as they clung to each other and cried, tenderness rising into a soft smile in the depths of his eyes as he gave them a slight nod. The warmth and tremor in the barracks gradually settled. In the air lingered that regained bond of the sect—heavy, yet wrapped around the two of them with incomparable warmth.

He said he would never hurt her sister, he said he loved her. Aaron’s love was real. His actions toward her were real. Katrina had been living in delusion. May she had been jealous of her sister. He had always been in her heart. Katrina never got over Aaron. And now, she realized that her revenge wasn’t only because of the thought that he was her sister’s killer. Her revenge was also because of things that had happened in the past. Because of the rejection.

If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

“You are part of this, but it is not yours alone.” My mother nodded. The memory-chamber behind her flickered. The altar. The blade. The confrontation. The choice. She looked at me. “If we are to reclaim what was lost, we must walk forward not as fragments, but as whole.” The bond in my chest stirred again. A whisper: threefold. whole. bound. I nodded slowly. “Then we rebuild.” She smiled, tears trailing. “Then we begin.” The storm had not ended. It deepened. But in her presence, the breach had shifted. A new door opened not to darkness, but to unity.

I felt stuck, still unable to find the main components of the substance. Even worse, there had been a bad turn in our progress with the regeneration of the antidote. Even though that had been going so well. Frustrated, I got up and started pacing. I rubbed the back of my neck, mentally clawing at the problem. Lucas popped back in again. “Alpha Nicholas is back,” he announced. Every muscle in my body instantly unclenched. Relief washed over me so intensely my knees almost buckled. My heart leapt.

It was embroidered with a symbol long out of use in Embervale—a double tree, roots intertwined. Miri watched. Tulen breathed softly beside her. “It’s starting,” he said. Miri nodded. “The memory is choosing to live.” --- Part II – Council Divided, Fire Rekindled In Venara’s council chamber, the atmosphere was brittle. Governor Marisol sat straight-backed as Brynn concluded her report. “Riven Bren recovered. Letter confirmed. Embervale archive partially salvaged. Four villagers volunteered for oral memory sessions.” Councilor Tarek beamed. “So Embervale is thawing.”

They both had traveled for a wedding outside the country, and couldn't make it back… They died in a plane crash. Even though I had my grandpa, I felt lonely for years, and for the first time months ago when I first saw Jessica at that party, something in me that seemed to have been dead for years, awoke… I felt alive again. A knock came at my door, slamming me back to reality, then Jess's voice followed. “Are you there, Mr. Hall?” I reached for the door, wearing a sweet smile. “Hey… do you need help?” Her charming eyes locked on me, pure, innocent, and cute, melting my heart… as always.

In my mind, no matter what, I had to guard the shares Mom had left behind. In my previous life, after my death, the shares in my name were ultimately swallowed up by Dad and Brandon, anyway. This time around, I refused to be that stupid again. … I was all better after a few days of rest. I got ready to head home. Before returning, though, I made a trip to the Moore residence to explain the situation to Phil in person.

"Lawrence Group? Which Lawrence Group?" Joanne stared at her quizzically and replied, "I'm referring to Mr. James Lawrence's company. We reached out to them per your instructions." Queenie felt dejected. Clinging on to one last hope, she offered me an olive branch under the guise of a partnership. Deep down, she thought that things would change if she were able to see me or talk to me again. But to her dismay, I didn't offer her a single opportunity to do so. "I understand. You may go," she dismissed Joanne with a wave.

The sheer delight and relief at getting a second chance at life welled in me, but I had no time to bask in the feeling. Lowering my head to check the branded watch on my wrist, I noticed that it was 2:00 pm now, which meant I had two hours before the victim's family killed me. At that moment, just like in my previous life, Shannon called me. "Rina, are you back from your work trip?" As I listened to her saccharine-sweet voice, I had to suppress the rage that rose in me so that she wouldn't realize something was off. "I just got home. What's up?"