Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

Her hand touched a small box with an unusual symbol on it that seemed to glow like the sun. She pulled open the lid and picked up the book inside to see it. She read its name under her breath, "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves." Her eyes widened when she found out it was a witchcraft book about werewolves. The words "magic" and "witches" didn't sound right in her mind, and she didn't want to believe the things she was reading, but somehow she did. She put the book back into the box and saw the ashes that scattered nearby. From among the ashes, she saw a half-burnt picture of Emily and the scarf she had given her on her last birthday. It brought tears to Esen's eyes.

Her hand touched a small box with an unusual symbol on it that seemed to glow like the sun. She pulled open the lid and picked up the book inside to see it. She read its name under her breath, "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves." Her eyes widened when she found out it was a witchcraft book about werewolves. The words "magic" and "witches" didn't sound right in her mind, and she didn't want to believe the things she was reading, but somehow she did. She put the book back into the box and saw the ashes that scattered nearby. From among the ashes, she saw a half-burnt picture of Emily and the scarf she had given her on her last birthday. It brought tears to Esen's eyes.

After a quick victory dance that resulted in me kicking the door and sending it flying off its hinges, I bent down to slide the box out of it’s hiding place. Sure enough, inside was four different books, each one named after one form of magic or another. I scooped them into my arms and made quick work of slinking back into the shadows, willing the slippery little bastards to transport me somewhere else—to the very person who sent me on this mission. “You’re late.” Ember’s snarky voice permeated the room I teleported into. The stone crafted fire place to my left was the only source of light, casting a number of shadows along the heavily decorated walls.

“Light the match.” Twenty minutes later. The gasoline reeked like war. Lucien poured it over the staircase and floors. Ember stood in the living room with the final piece in her hands her old ballerina music box. The one Rafael had given her. She opened it. A lullaby played. The same one from her nightmares. Inside, tucked beneath the gears, was a flash drive. She palmed it without a word. Lucien struck the lighter. “Sure about this?” “No more shadows,” Ember said. “Let him see the fire.”

A large island in the center of the closet held an array of jewelry, colognes, and other personal items, each displayed with careful consideration. Phoenix reached up to a high shelf, retrieving a small, nondescript cardboard box nestled among the accessories. He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation as he grabbed the box and made his way back to the corridor. As he returned, Phoenix handed over to Ember the box with a casual smile. "Here you go. More than enough to last awhile." Ember's eyes lit up as she accepted the carton, her smile appreciative. "Thank you so much! These will definitely be put to good use."

The story’s pull feels gone, our choices ours. But as we toast, a chill runs through me, like a plot twist lurking. I brush it off, indulging Elyria’s tug to a secluded gazebo. She’s on me instantly, gown hiked, pussy wet as I thrust into her, her moans echoing. “Claim me again,” she begs, and I do, stamina endless, cum filling her as she shudders. The guys join, watching, touching, our desires endless in this peace. --------- Somewhere in the empire’s outskirts, far from the palace’s revelry, a dusty archaeological dig hums with activity. Workers unearth a buried chamber, stone doors groaning open.

A loud gasp escaped me as I read the message that it contained. My love, When I traveled forward in time to turn the house and my holdings over to you and I left you the note stating that the box would be located beneath the boards, it was what I believed to be true. It has been difficult for me to keep abreast of things from here, but I have had some help from your parents and your cousin, Anton. I was recently told that the box was removed from beneath the floorboards and taken away by a member of the society. The box is my sole property. It was made for me and was programmed to hold the magic by me. Taking someone else’s property from a house that belongs to a member of the society

I knew that one was far outside of my price range, but I flipped through the pages until I got to the more interesting bits. I didn't have all that much time, so I put the book back and found a box on the ground marked ‘Used Romance’. I kneeled beside it and dug through them until I found a couple I liked. They were all marked as ".50", so I could get four whole books to bring back with me. I was so overjoyed I nearly pranced on my way up to the cash register. The old man looked up from his book, and gave me a hard stare with his steely gray eyes as he wrote the titles in his ledger. "You're not from around here." He spoke with an accusation in his voice. "No, I'm not." I agreed. "Just visit

We sit there and talk about a way to get our hands on those babies. “We only need the girl. Plus we still need Emerald. The babies will be powerful but not even near as powerful as her.” Mom says. “She is right.” Alaynia comments. Alaynia explains that she remembers seeing a strange mark on the back of Emerald's neck when they were younger. She never gave it much thought until she was going through an old book of her grandmothers and ran across that same mark. The rest of us sit there in shock when she explains that Emerald is elemental. She pulls out the book, and we sit there and read it. Well fuck, this girl is special. I look at Samyra, and I can tell she is surprised too. I ha