Emhyr Var Emreis Novels & Stories

“Keep warm. We must keep our strength.” I stared into the steaming cup, the scent of bergamot rising. My hands didn’t want to move. All I wanted was to lock myself in Manolya’s room and bury my face in her pillow. Pretend she’d walk back in, dripping from the rain, scolding me for worrying. But she wasn’t here. And the longer the silence stretched, the harder it was to breathe. Finally, Emre spoke again, his voice breaking like glass. “First my wife. Now my daughter. How much more does my bad fate want to take from me?”

“Some of the bloodlines survive and amongst them the Goddess’s own Emissary. Her name is Aislen.” “We met her,” Lyric exclaimed. “She was with the men who came with Harry and Jules to rescue us from the island, Ember.” “I felt nothing from her,” Ember was confused. “Could that because…?” Lyric started. “Possibly,” Ember’s voice was distressed, and she looked away from them both. “Hey,” Samuel shared her distress, watching as she fought back tears. “Ember…” “She’s been through a lot,” Lyric told him.

His brown hair scattered, a cross pendant wrapped around his neck as he emerged with his men standing like sentinels behind him. Emeric Herald. Leader of the Vipers. Biggest rival of the Crimson Nest. A man of sadistic amusements and tactics. Upholding his devilish nature, hands resting in his pockets, Emeric walked forward, glancing at the condition of his precious warehouse. “You’ve done a… spectacular job, Hunter.” He commented in his deep tone, putting a cigar in his mouth and lit it up before flashing a dark smirk. “But tell me, how is any of this going to locate your woman?”

She hastily walked closer to him before the guard could get to her. " I'm Ember, from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Okay?", Larsen turned back to her, " Your surname", Magnus whispered to her feeling irritated by her slow-wittedness. " Oh, I'm Ember Docherty from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Docherty?", " Yes, My lord". ' if it's the same Docherty she's referring to, then she has what I need,' Larsen said in his mind without giving expression, making Ember more nervous.

No matter what I do Wesely will reject me? Emerald whimpered. That’s all I can see. Before he mated you, he was going to reject you like in the first vision. It seems my appearance and warning only bought you time. I thought coming earlier would save you the pain and make Wesely come around. But I see that I was wrong. I smile with tears in my eyes. You did your best. But I’m going to have to take this future into my own hands. Can you trust me? Of course. Emerald replied. The goddess paired me with you for a reason. You’re special.

"While you made the choice to leave, you're still an Aster by blood. I can't bring myself to be connected with that." Faye tightened her fists. "This is just you running away." "Think whatever you want, Faye." She gritted her teeth. *How dare you call my name in this moment? How dare you speak with such a gentle and calm voice?* "Then look me in the eye and say it." She dared, drawing closer to him- their eyes locked on each other. "Tell me you're not simply being a coward. Tell me you don't want me." Emris gazed into her golden eyes, ones that reminded him of the sun and it's warmth. He was bathed in her scent, the very presence of her overwhelming and intoxicating.

Emma. Fuck!

Ember slowly walked upstairs, the keys hanging around her fingertip kept jingling while her other hand is holding a folder. The folder was given by Raverine before she left his restaurant. The folder has the picture of his mother named Jelita Agustine attached to a paper with Jelita’s personal information. Ember also saw a lot of personal information about Calil Heresy including Calil’s involvement in an undercover organization or similar to an underground economy.

He was really getting on my nerves. We passed through the gates without getting stopped, weird! How was it possible? I asked myself as I looked back at the gates. Emrys was such a pro, I never saw him with a bike before and only with big brand cars. Who would've thought he was so good with bikes too? Don't judge a book by its cover Elva, I told my 'jump to the conclusions' side. The more I know about him the more surprised I become, there was a lot to him than what we all knew.