Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

“We anchor her. Re-stitch the threads of sensory recall. We rebuild the truth.” --- The Ember Ritual Long entered the room, silent as ever, but knelt beside Sarah and placed a small, ancient box before them. She opened it to reveal a vial of Phoenix Resin, a sacred compound that captured ember-light when bonded with truth. “Light it,” Long said simply. Emma reached forward with two fingers, dipped them in the shimmering resin, and pressed them to her chest. Sarah lit the Hearthglass. It flared gold. Then— Emma’s body jerked as her senses shattered open.

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

Their silver-blue ember glowed in the central brazier, a promise that truth and love endure beyond every trial. Author’s Note Eternal Embers was inspired by my fascination with hidden societies, the power of choice, and the alchemy of art. I hope Isabelle’s sketches and Alexander’s courage encourage you to discover then rekindle the embers within your own story. .

he continued, pulling the chair in closer, "what is it I can do for you?" "I read in a book," she began, curiously watching him, "about a man appointed by the Council as an ambassador to Pyre. While in Pyre he endured much hardship. Still, he was faithful to his charge. I thought the book was old. I thought that it told stories of a far away time. Then, I saw something that changed my mind about it. It was a photograph taken at the dedication of a library, the same library where I met Benjamin in the ruins. In the photograph, I saw Justice, Kypher, and Blackridge standing side by side with Casper, Ramus, and Stephan. Sebastian was there, too, with his apprentice and the Ambassador beside the

This place held memories of simpler times, back when our biggest concerns were homework and sneaking out after curfew. As the night fell, the forest came alive with the sounds of nature. We sat around the campfire, its flickering flames casting warm light over our faces. Camila leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We have something for you, Serenity,” she said, pulling a neatly wrapped box from her bag. “Happy early birthday.” Surprised, I took the box and unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a beautiful leather-bound journal, its cover embossed with intricate designs of wolves, moons, and stars. My name was etched at the bottom in elegant script.

Jasmine laughed harder. The sound warmed something inside Emmy. Then Jasmine opened the box. Inside lay ordinary things. Not magical artifacts. Not keys. Not prophecies. A comb. Two letters. A dried flower. A small piece of blue ribbon. A copper coin. A child’s wooden wolf. Emmy picked up the wolf. “Mine?” “Yes.” “I don’t remember it.” “You were very small.” “How small?” “Before you could walk properly.” Emmy turned it over. One ear had been chewed.

They were happy that they were together on the Earth and it was all they needed, all they wanted; each other, for as long as they lived and for all eternity. From outside the cottage, there was a faint flutter of wings but Garin heard it from his sleep. He woke up and sat up, looking around to make sure he heard right. Someone was here, he could tell but he didn’t want to worry Hannah, so he quietly crawled out of bed, went to a corner where there was a sack of white powdery substance and grabbed a handful of it and went outside to see who it was. Garin carried a flaming torch in his other hand as a source of light and carefully looked around for who was there. A sudden breeze blew past him

"Just like the way the Night Witch has the Red Fort where young boys are sent and trained till they are men, the Shadow Sisters want a group of elite female warriors who would live on, and continue to pass their custom for thousands of years." "Just like the Amazons?" Lexi asked. "Yes. Just like. The Amazons. You've read about them?" Karl asked. "Yes." Lexi heaved a sigh. "Everyone wants a taste of you. How long do I have to endure this?" "Hopefully, just this last time." Clearly, her agreement to Princess Alex haunted her. But at least, it made the Princess open the library to her.

he gritted his teeth and harshly drags her out of that club. "What the! Apollo, get off me!," but he never listens to her. When they are out of the building, she is tangled with him looking for his car. When he find and instantly opens it, she let go of her hands and push her inside before he slammed the door. She is going wilder inside—shouting, banging the tinted window, and even asking for help. On the other hand, Apollo goes inside the club to get her thing. Emily feels like all of her blood are condensed in her head. She swears that he will kill him when he comes back. She has seen 2 of his books in the dashboard and to her madness, she get 1 of it and tear and crush apart its pages.

Rhett coughed out. Aislen shook her head and jumped to grasp the top of the wall and pull herself up. The bricks were warm under her skin, almost enough to burn. Within the courtyard, there was a scorch mark radiating out from a central point, where Ember stood utterly naked, wings spread. The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair.