Emori Novels & Stories

People Mara had silenced. Jessica’s voice crackled over the comms. “I’m getting an uplink. Something’s piggybacking on your telemetry. Data stream inbound. You need to pull back.” The walls began to pulse. A message appeared on every surface. “We are the remembrance of choice. You burned the mirror. Now we become the glass.” Torin stared at it, breathless. “It’s a memorial.” “No,” Lena whispered. “It’s a seed.” The node wasn’t a weapon. It was a library. Emotional templates. Histories. Arguments. Love. Betrayals. Grief. All stored in crystal neural strands. Not code. Memory.

Not hatred. Not anger. Something worse. His gaze felt too old. Too calm. Too knowing. Like someone who understood things no child should understand. “Why are you here alone?” Alika asked gently. Emery simply looked at her. For a long moment. Far too long. Then he said, “I’m trying to remember.” Alika frowned. “Remember what?” Emery lowered his gaze slightly. “I don’t know.” The answer should have sounded harmless. Yet for some reason it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

There are references to her ties with Lord Malagar and a clash that occurred ages ago. "You knew him," I said, looking up at Ember. "In your first life, you helped imprison Malagar. And Dain knew. He knew who you were." Ember took the journal from my hands, her fingers trembling slightly as she studied the sketch of her own face. "Why can't I remember?" "Memory is the price of your rebirth," Lena said, reading from the screen. "Each time you return, you lose what came before. It's part of the cycle."

Kim poked her tongue mischievously. Steve’s phone rang again disrupting the harmony of the environment. Steve was about to apologize and answer the phone when Emery snatched his phone and answered. “Hello” “His wife. May I ask who you are?” “Oh… I see. She said she doesn’t want to see you. Let me try talking to her.” “Lady do you know who I am?” “My official name is General Emery Thorne, but I also go by the name Silence. Do you know why?” Emery paused but continued before the other side could talk “People usually don’t talk once I’ve met with them.”

5:00 AM. Caged in the death row cell of the palace dungeon with no sign of life, Mort was just staring at the wall. His emerald-green eyes gleamed, mysteriously cold but beautiful. Unmoved, with a calm demeanor, face devoid of any signs of emotion and mind completely blank though a part of his heart ached every time Sumire's face entered his blank mind. He wanted to talk to the maiden during his last moments. He wanted to see and hug her for the last time.

He’d forget where he put his pouch of petals. He’d forget the name of the tree where he first heard Mina’s story. He’d forget the sound of his mother’s laugh when she told him about Suri. “Is this normal?” he asked the elder. The elder was 118 now. Her moon looked like marble. The elder touched Em’s gray spot with a trembling hand. “Yes, baby. Memory has weight. The sky carries most of it. But the Rememberer carries the rest. That’s the deal we made 2000 years ago.”

Zach looked down at his phone afterwards and had a soft smile on his face. “Forever, Aria.” He said quietly. “Forever.” I repeated. “Aria! Wake up!” Hands were shaking my shoulders and my eyes slowly opened to see Ethan leaning over the center console. “Sorry, I can’t control when they come,” I told him. “When what comes, is it your memories?” He asked. “Yes, I had another one,” I informed him with a nostalgic smile. That was the sweetest memory I’ve had yet. “Tell me,” he said.

Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on. If Hails’ my advisor, then Roman is my General. All my armies are his. Malachi is equally important. He is young, but he’s the one who keeps all our shit together. The eternal student handles every penny to the Vlademyre name and monitors every investment made by our clan. Clans and Families are different. Sort of immediate family versus cousins and others with several degrees of separation, if not linked to us by marriage. Any way, despite being the youngest, and possibly the most flamboyant vamp I’ve ever met, Kai keeps our businesses at pretty high gains.

The lady says with a playfully pout. Emilia watched as they all conversed lovingly. Memories of her parents started flooding her mind and she could feel herself begin to tear up. She missed her family. She stood there smiling at the scene in front of her. They looked like a very happy family. Something she didn’t have. Liam looks back and realizes that he had almost forgotten her. “ Oh, Mum, Dad, Hailey. This is Emilia, my fiancée.” Liam says as be comes back to her side.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***