Emori Novels & Stories

Thalia muttered, her voice nearly lost in the dense air. "That's the point," Emilia replied, pushing a cluster of hanging moss out of her way. Her tone was calm, almost eerily so. She hadn’t said much since they left the clearing where Mochi was wounded. Now, the bloodied edges of her sleeves had dried to her skin, but she wore them like armor. Mochi walked beside her, every few steps casting small orbs of light that floated around them like fireflies. “The Mire feeds on memory,” she warned. “It pulls your regrets to the surface. Your guilt. That’s how it gets in.”

MEMORY SEALS FAILING. Emma gasped. Something was opening. Something vast. Something buried. The first memory broke through. A voice. Ancient. Warm. Loving. Calling her name. Not Emma. Something else. A different name. A forgotten name. A true name. Emma's eyes widened. Because she almost heard it. Almost. The Custodian immediately reacted. "Identity recovery detected." The being stepped forward. "Stop." The Custodian ignored it. The symbols accelerated again. Emma's entire body shook.

There was a memory within, older than her name and buried deeper than any dream. Emery stood in the middle of a magnificent hall composed of fire and obsidian. Her eyes were blazing with purpose—and something darker—and she wore a crown that bled light. In front of her, two figures knelt. The Nobleman. Lips sealed in adoration, lips composed and proud. The Man in the Mask. Even then, rebellious, bruised, and silent. However, the world wasn't broken by them. She was. "I made a decision," Emery whispered. "Did I not?"

For a mutolupus funeral, we wear yellow for remembrance and happiness, because we want to remember and honour the happy memories we had with those who have passed. The Temple of Morrtemis resides in a deep section of the woods on our territory. It’s a large stone structure with a single entrance/exit. The outside looks old and weathered and covered in vines, but the inside is pristine; still looking newly built. It’s a large geometric stadium layout with Mihrab-shaped nooks spaced around the room with fire pits burning in each. The interior is designed from smooth stone in tones of dark grey and gold and has two golden pillars supporting the structure in the c

Aric knew that beneath the surface, Emeridia was a city built on the dreams and aspirations of its people. As he stepped out into the morning air, Aric was greeted by familiar faces. The citizens of Emeridia moved with purpose, their determination a reflection of the indomitable spirit that ran through their veins. Aric watched as neighbors greeted each other with warm smiles, engaging in conversations that went beyond mere pleasantries. It was in these interactions, these small gestures of connection, that the true strength of the community lay.

Benjamin remarked as he stepped onto the dried clay of the broad pathway. The sunlight was fading as they approached the house, and she noticed a dim light coming from the porch and windows, not the light of fire or candles but the distinct luminescence of maurium. ‘Maurium.' She looked with some astonishment at the eerie purple glow. ‘I haven't seen any since we left Pyre.' "Maurium, I see,” he said with a look of disappointment. "Well, that's not reassuring, is it?" "It... isn't," she reluctantly agreed.

"Was I injured? I don't remember fighting anyone and not to talk about getting injured." "Should I throw a parade before you both will get out of the room?" Storm asks the two servants that are still there. Apologizing, they hurriedly left the room and Storm locked the door after them and gave Emera his full attention. "What do you remember?" He asked. "I remember nothing," Emera said as his head throbbed with pain. Then a memory came to him. "I remembered you leaving and Juno was attack-" he paused mid-way as his eyes flew wide. "Juno died and that's all I can remember. Rumi should be in a better position to explain to you, and speaking of her, where is Rumi?"

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.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

I sadly replied, and it's too hard to consider our daughter as only mine. She has lost her memory yet her emotion and love for her family can be sensed by the pause she took to analyze this fact and the way she is staring at our daughter's picture is proof of it, "Her name is Kendall; she is the twin sister of my other baby Luke?" I told her, though it can't help her remember those precious moments she has cherished and lived with them, "And what about their mother?" She is in front of me! "It's you, my love," I sadly replied to her, hoping to get a positive response.