Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

“Now you’ll remember what I want.” “My queen,” she whispered. I smiled. “Better.” She obeyed when I told her to bring me the black box from the altar. Inside it lay a shard of obsidian shaped like a fang. I lifted it reverently, pressing it against my heart. It melted into my skin with a hiss. “The heart of a fallen god,” I whispered. Power shuddered through Ember’s body, fierce and endless. Blood dripped from my nose; I licked it away lazily. “Perfection.”

The Keeper’s Ember pulsed gently at her side. “This fire,” she said softly, “has passed through hands bloodied by war, cracked by grief, and strengthened by love.” She looked from face to face. “But now, it passes into yours.” One by one, she approached the carriers, touching the orb gently to their flames. Each ember grew—not with force, but with resonance, a subtle harmony of light and memory. When she reached the final carrier, a boy no older than twelve from the Southern Caverns, he leaned forward and whispered, “I will remember you.”

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

Resting in her palm was a single ember. Not hot. Not cold. Just waiting. > “Then take this,” she whispered. “The flame they called forbidden. The one they were too afraid to name.” — The Flame’s Question Azriel reached for the ember. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed once, steady and warm, like a hand on his back saying: yes. And the ember didn’t flare—it opened. The sky outside split—not in fury, but in invitation. The boy jolted awake, his breath catching like a note in a broken song.

And I see it. A ring of trees scorched black at the base, yet alive. In the center, glowing like an ember from the bones of the earth, is the Heartwood Emberroot. Blood-red tendrils curl around stone. Fire dances faintly through its veins. I step forward. “Wait,” Inferno warns. “He’s coming.”

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

“Are you ok?” “Nightly dreams. It’s the purpose of the box. Keeping the flames contained.” Ember shrugged her shoulders. Sitting on the bed she began slipping on her shoes. Watching her move was distracting him. Shaking his head, he looked at the box. Getting his first look at the inside and he felt anger bubble up. Scorch marks covered the whole interior. There was no pillow or cushion. Just an empty, cold interior that didn’t look like it should fit the gorgeous woman calmly sitting in front of him. Forgetting to approach the subject delicately with his emotions getting the best of him.