Emori Novels & Stories

she whispered, feeling stupid. He turned to face Emory, his golden eyes narrowing in suspicion. “You… you don’t remember?” Kain said, his voice filled with disbelief. “Remember what?” Emory shifted uncomfortably, searching Kain’s eyes for an answer. “What am I supposed to remember?” “The congregation of the... dragons as you know us. Tens years to the date.” Kain walked back to her and her brow knitted in confusion. “I...I met you before?” she stuttered.

" ~~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK MONTAGE — BOOK PAGES TURNING Lorenzo in the rain, bleeding from the ribs, laughing with a broken bottle in hand. Aria at sixteen, eyes like a loaded gun, pressing a knife to her father's throat. Emilio’s first kill. Not for vengeance. For survival. The wedding night at the cursed chapel. The first war map drawn in blood on a napkin. Elias’ final breath. Coded, corrupted, still dangerous. Echo disappearing into the mist. The Circle of Ash, seated together for the first time. Each memory inked like a warning. Each line a scripture of pain and promise. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ESTATE ROOFTOP TOWER // 11:48 P.M. Emilio climbed alone. The stairwell was cracked. Old stone. No surve

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.

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.”

Thea, Wyot, and Taran appeared one after the other. “What happened?” Wyot asked, while Thea and Taran both looked at James. James responded, “I’ve received news that the Great Elder of Emyr Island in the Central Plane outside Endlos has made an appearance in Endlos. Emyr Island is the home of the Extraterrestrial Demons that attacked Endlos. The Great Elder’s name is Lor Willasse, and he’s a Sovereign Third Rank powerhouse.”

he assured her, before stepping out of the room and gently closing the door behind him. He reluctantly followed Grace back to the very room he had vowed never to return to. And there, standing before him, was Emi, anxiously awaiting his arrival, clutching a small basket in her hands. Her despondent gaze seemed to convey both pity and sorrow, evoking painful memories from his past. Memories of a time when he had been looked at with the same sorrowful eyes, when his mother had passed away. "I'm so sorry," she expressed glumly, her arms outstretched, offering him what appeared to be an insignificant object.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

The air was thick with anticipation, as if the walls themselves held countless untold stories. I approached the reception desk, where a young woman with piercing blue eyes and an enigmatic smile greeted me. Her name tag read "Lena." "Welcome to Memoria," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "How may I assist you today?" "I... I've heard that you can erase memories," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true?" Lena nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, it's true. Memoria specializes in memory alteration. We help individuals who seek to escape the pain of their past, to start anew."

Mia fiddled with the files she was holding before bringing out a card "This came in when you were out to have lunch" Elle raised an eyebrow at the card. Looking at it, it looked like an invitation card from wealthy personnel who could be hosting a party. As a well-known businesswoman, Elle received different types of invitations every time. Everybody wanted her presence at their party. Elle took the black card swirling it back and forth. Who made this type of invite with dark colors only? Black and ash? What a combination. She opened it to find a weird text 'INVITATION TO GALA— Time– 4 pm — Host Ethan Cephas'.

She decided to sit for some time in front of the grave. "Minerva Moretti. 1972-2020. The best mother of the world." Myra touched that once. She sat there alone. She sent back Lily cause she wanted to have some time alone. "Hey, mama. I hope you are in the best place now. Away from pain and all. You are the best mom. I am your strong daughter mama."