Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

When they arrived, the Heartfire flared softly, recognizing the rhythm in their steps. Arianne smiled. “You are the Children of Dawn,” she said. “Not because you were born in the light, but because you chose to walk out of the dark.” --- The Lesson of the Ember She led them to the base of the Heartfire, where its glow pooled like liquid gold on the stone. “Each of you holds an ember,” she said. “It is small, fragile, and eternal.” The apprentices knelt, cupping their lights between trembling hands. Arianne continued:

Damon turned on his phone flashlight and pointed it in. He cleared his throat of the dust he had inhaled. He stretched his hand inside, then pulled out something. I couldn’t see yet with his back to me. I walked closer, it was a small wooden box. This one has her name engraved in it. “Emma” was engraved in cursive golden letters and red paint that had now begun to fade. It had a lock so I pushed in the key, it fit. But I hesitated, Damon reached to turn the key, careful but deliberate. The box looked at least 30 years old and with the environment it was in, there was no way to tell that it would not just fall apart.

She read: “When all is ash, You are still altar. When the house falls, Your Spirit finds shelter. When they scatter us, You gather fire from the wind.” James exhaled. No applause. No spotlight. Just peace. The kind that doesn’t come from victory. The kind that only comes from surrender. End of Chapter 15🤭 •Chapter 16 – The Fire That Walks The Ember Ground had no walls, but it echoed like a temple. For seven days straight, they gathered the children of the slum, the weary souls, the angry, the hungry, the hopeless. They came not for spectacle, but because something burned here. Something not made by man.

Isobel suddenly pulled out a small wooden box from her bag. She presented it like a treasure, placing it in front of Emilia: “Auntie, this is a gift I prepared for you on our first meeting. I hope you’ll like it.” Emilia opened the box to find a neatly arranged box of incense inside. The scent of agarwood was subtle yet profound, refreshing and invigorating, instantly clearing the mind. Emilia’s eyes lit up, clearly delighted. Isobel’s lips curved into a smile; it seemed she had made the right move.

No family to let me down, or expectations I’d never asked for—just stories. And for a little while, stories were enough. The fireplace popped quietly in the corner, flames flickering over the floor-to-ceiling shelves and dusty scrolls. Ember Hills library was older than history itself, shelves brimming with tomes that murmured with magic even without being read. I sat curled in the overstuffed leather reading chair beneath one of the arched windows, the letter still pressed deep in the pocket of my coat, even though I’d read it so many times the edges were frayed.

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Most of her turned to ash, but one tiny ember remained. It hovered above the ashes, glowing red, pulsing like a heartbeat. The very last spark of her eternal flame. I lunged through the fire and caught it with my bare hands. It burned me—seared my palms until the flesh blistered and blackened. But I didn't let go. I pressed it against my chest, right over my heart, and whispered: "I'll keep you safe. I'll bring you back." That ember—small as a grape, warm as a dying coal—became everything.