Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

, he said I stepped forward, moving towards the ever familiar shelf filled with books and dragged one out, the doors opened and we found ourselves inside my father's study. A room he hardly allows us to play around in, I thought as tears continued to stream down my face. My eyes were immediately drawn to the desk, where a small laptop that had barely survived the wreckage, hid in between the desk. Mr. Grant walked over to the desk and opened the laptop, his hands trembling slightly as he typed in a password. The screen opened and my father's face appeared on it. “Before you watch this video Ember, there is something your father dropped with me. He said it should be given to you, if anything

As I stepped closer, I could feel a strange energy emanating from it, as though the map was whispering secrets of the land to me. The title, elegantly scripted in bold, flowing letters at the top, read “Ember Hallow” with an aura that seemed to shimmer. This does not just look like a map; it looks like a gateway to a realm steeped in magic and mystery, a call to adventure that I couldn't have been able to ignore if I wasn't already heading to that destination. "Hello, beautiful," I whispered as I passed my hand through the map, feeling it pulse beneath my touch.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

I asked her again. Ember’s gaze deepened, as though she were looking far beyond my face. Slowly, she reached for a small wooden box on the table beside her. Its surface was worn smooth, and faint carvings of curling vines ran along the edges. She opened it with care, and from the box, she lifted a pendant, a teardrop-shaped crystal of pale gold, caged within silver filigree. Threads of light seemed to coil and uncoil within it. The chain was thin but strong, woven from some metal I did not recognize. "This," she said, holding it in her palm, "is the Anchor of Breath. It was forged long before I was born. It binds the soul to the body that wears it but not for long."

The girl stared into the mirror. Cassia’s face stared back. “I’ll kill her,” she whispered. The Flamefather’s smile did not falter. “Perhaps. But try to understand first, what if she’s the only one who can keep you alive?” Back in Ashford Nova opened the old lockbox. Dust flew up in a spiral. Inside were the sealed letters, the forbidden Ember scrolls, and one vial, filled with flame that didn’t flicker. She reached for the letter first. Her hand trembled.

None dared speak unless spoken to. At the center of the chamber stood a new altar—not of fire, but of light-warmed obsidian, etched with sigils of both old and new. The Ember Crown rested atop it, fashioned not from gold or iron, but woven flame, held in a lattice of bone and ash. It waited for her. --- The council chambers echoed with voices again.

Still, something stirred beneath the calm a sense that the next turning point was near. Jake noticed it in the way she stared out windows longer than usual. In how she hovered over her journal, not quite writing. In the way she asked, more often, “Do you think we’re meant to stay here forever?” He never answered with certainty, just held space for the questions. On a Thursday morning, Emma received a package in the mail. Inside was an advance copy of her second book, The Fire Between Then and Now. The cover was a soft rust-red, embossed with wildflowers.

"They say she can see the moon's path even on cloudy nights." Next, I presented the second gift – a mahogany box containing the Emerald Legacy Collection. The deep green stones gleamed against midnight blue velvet, their natural healing properties evident to any werewolf with healing knowledge. "This is from Ethan," I said simply, offering no further explanation. Eleanor opened the box, and though the emeralds were clearly exceptional quality, her reaction was noticeably cooler. Her wolf Stella merely sniffed at the box before she closed it after a brief glance and set it aside.

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He grinned widely while Scarlet just kept on blinking her eyes not under what the two brothers had been discussing that made Emerald glare at Sammy. Now was the time for Grand Empress to bless the couple. She approached them with Carol besides her holding a glass plate filled with rare black lilies and Lavenders over which the two boxes , which she had brought from Dawn Mountain were kept neatly side by side. Holding one of the boxes, she reached for Emerald and gestured him to open it up to which he complied. The smile that got plastered over his already handsome face made him look even more delicious that Scarlet had the urge to kiss him hard then and there, but paying attention to her sur