Emerald Ashes Novelas e Histórias

"And tired men make emotional choices. Emotional men destroy empires." ​"She isn't an emotional choice," I said. My voice sounded raspy, hollowed out by three days of running on caffeine and cold sweat. "Seraphina has been loyal to this family. She kept the Blackwood account intact when everyone else panicked. She bled for us." ​Harrison leaned back in his leather chair, the dim lamp catching the silver at his temples. He looked at me not with anger, but with a cold, devastating pity that made my gut clench.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

“Do you remember what I told you, Lila?” He opened a small box on the table and took out three pieces of chocolate. Lila laughed and took them from him. “Yes, yes, every day before bed I eat your chocolate to erase the day’s exhaustion.” “Yeah, maybe that’s what I missed.” Adam smiled at her and gently patted her hair. They talked for hours about work and her plan to use Ryan and Mr. Myers to get closer to the rich crowd. When the sun began to set, she decided to return to the palace before her mother got worried.

Without the dark tint hiding them, the eyes underneath came fully, inescapably into the light. The breath caught somewhere in Eve's throat and refused to move. Her whole body locked rigid, fingers freezing against his tactical vest, gaze fixing on those uncovered eyes like they belonged to something she'd been circling for weeks without ever seeing clearly. The heavy brow. The faint silver scar just above his temple, thin and old, the kind that came from something survived rather than something inflicted casually. And the eyes themselves — that particular, striking gold she remembered from another life entirely, from a version of herself who'd woken up beside this exact color every morning i

Emily’s breath caught. He opened it. Two rings nestled inside—simple platinum bands. One plain. The other set with a single emerald, deep green, almost black in the low light. “No diamond,” he said. “Diamonds are expected. Predictable. This is… different.” Emily stared at the emerald. It reminded her of storm-tossed seas—beautiful, dangerous, untamed. She held out her hand.

The wind scattered the ashes, and the rain soaked them, washing them away little by little amidst the flowing water. Sheila fell out of her wheelchair and hit the ground. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward the drain, desperately trying to gather the ashes with her hands. It was hopeless. "My baby… My baby..." She could only watch as her child's ashes slowly disappeared. There was nothing she could do. It felt as though someone had torn her heart apart. She knelt in the mud, sobbing as she reached deep into the drain again and again. Her hands quickly became caked with filth, but she kept searching.

Dustin said flatly. With a deep breath, Irene finally opened the pouch. In an instant, a brilliant green light shot out. Irene paused for a second before carefully pulling out the object inside. It was a Verdigris Emerald, as large as a goose egg. Even under the dazzling lights of the evening, the green glow it emitted was almost blinding. Aaron and Phoebe stood frozen in shock. “Is... is that a Verdigris Emerald? A piece this big?” someone stammered in disbelief.

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask. He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room. “Are you some type of a genie?” “It’s not a kettle, it's an urn.” “Do you live there?” “I just said I'm a wolf shifter, young girl?” He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head. “My ashes were kept there.” His throat worked Your ash? Please, Emmett, make everything you're saying make sense and be more realistic

Chapter Thirteen: Sister of Ash The sky had turned a deep, smoky gray, as though the heavens themselves mourned what was awakening beneath the soil. Seren stood at the edge of the crater, surrounded by the wreckage of her birthright and the screams of the cursed tree that once marked Black Hollow’s sacred heart. Her robes—dark blue with silver embroidery—fluttered with energy. She hadn’t aged past her early twenties, her presence defying time, her expression carved from stone.