Emori Novels & Stories

Daisy recalled her period of time in Japan. If she wasn’t too haunted by the death of a girl student who lived in the same house with her colleague called Hana. She wouldn’t have gone to the bar, wouldn’t have gotten drunk and all of the bad problems didn’t happen. Having sex with a strange, unknown man.

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

For the first time in years, liquor wouldn't help me forget. I needed to remember. All of it. Every choice. Every betrayal. Every time I’d chosen the war over her. The floor vibrated faintly as my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, expecting Simon or a headline notification about Tobias’s next move. But it wasn’t a headline. It was a photo. An anonymous message with no sender ID. Just an image of Emery. Leaving my suite. Alone. Vulnerable. With a single line of text below it:

Fear. Taking some gentle but précised steps back, her feet touched something that was buried under the dried leaf which carpeted the floor of the forest. Her stomach knotted. The object looked like a skull, perhaps, the skull of a baby that had died here. She picked the object but frowned from the rotten flesh that glued her hands. The eyes and mouth were gone, and what remains of the ear were at the mercies of some decomposing worms. Ejima steadied her grip on the object, placing them perfectly on her sling. She has not used something this heavy on her sling before, but what other option does she have?

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

The same one from the nightmares. “Emeryyyyy?”

The pack gathered quietly, their hearts heavy but united, ready to say their final farewell. Emory stepped onto the podium, his voice steady but thick with emotion. He spoke heartfelt words about his father, and as I listened, a strange warmth welled inside me—a bittersweet feeling of happiness intertwined with sadness. It was as if I had lost a member of my own family. I hadn’t known Matthias long, but the connection between our spirits had been unexpectedly deep, strong enough to leave a lasting imprint on my heart.

After burning Rafael’s override, Ember told herself there was nothing left to know. But her hand had moved anyway. Pulled open the last remaining pocket of the black bag, the one she hadn’t packed. Inside: a chip. No label. No markings. Just one word engraved into its metal shell: “LOSTHEIR.” Ember inserted it into the drive console. The screen lit instantly. > Welcome, E1–Ash. > Legacy Link Verified. > Project Mirrorfall: Phase 2 Subject EM-Vairo001: Primary Subject BTV-002: Replacement

And Kol… he looked at Emory like he was seeing the past and the future all at once. “How old are you, little boy?” Kol asked gently. Emory puffed his chest, proudly lifting up three fingers. “I’m four. But Anna says I’m almost five if I count winters right.” Kol smiled. “Almost five. That’s very brave of you to count winters.” Emory grinned, then held up an almost crumpled paper that was probably folded one too many times. “My mummy said there was a letter. For me. Anna said it’s for later. But I think later is now.”