Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

Covered in moss and denied the light of day, it exuded a quiet sorrow toward the world. Camellia was leaving, but these artifacts should not be buried with her. "It's nothing, Felix. Don't worry about me," she said softly. Seeing her unwillingness to elaborate, Felix did not press further. After instructing his assistants to carefully transport the artifacts, he patted her shoulder before leaving. "Take care of yourself," he said as he departed. Once again, she was alone. The once vibrant Eterna Haven now felt hollow and empty. Her phone buzzed with a notification. It was about Valentina's online book signing event for her new illustration collection.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

He moved away from my mother and me and crossed to one of the carved shelves lining the far wall. The shelf was filled with small dark boxes, old scrolls tied with gold thread, carved stones, and things I did not recognise but instinctively did not want to touch. Emberfall carried beauty, but it also carried the kind of power that did not need to announce itself to be feared. Tobias opened a narrow black box. The room changed. Not visibly. The curtains did not move differently. The light did not dim. The floor did not tremble. But something in the air tightened. My skin prickled as if something old had turned its head towards us.

Ember The throne room doesn’t feel like a prison anymore. That realization should scare me more than chains ever could, but it doesn’t. It feels right. It feels like I belong here. The walls glow softly, not with firelight but with something warmer, like dusk stretched thin across stone. Tall windows pour in sunlight that shouldn’t exist here, banners of obsidian and gold stirring as if there’s a breeze. The air smells like incense and embers instead of blood and rot.

And she finds the Phoenix book that Benny had given her. The book is ancient, the leather of the cover is in remarkable condition considering that, but then it had been stored in a dragon’s hoard for years. The cover has an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some of the details, the eye is a fire agate, red and orange with hints of green. The tail feathers each have a stone in the centre of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence, or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’.

“Who are they?” Kael’s jaw tightened, his words looming heavy with gravity. “The ones who burn without purpose. The ones who forgot what fire is for.” With that, he turned away, gathering Ember’s belongings with swift, practiced hands, a sense of urgency imbued in his every movement. Ember’s pendant pulsed once—soft, warm, like a heartbeat reminding Isla of an inner light. It shimmered faintly in the half-light, and with an imperceptible shift in the atmosphere, the monitor beside the bed flickered, then went dark.

It bordered on utter despair. The smile on my face froze. “What are you doing here?” “I…” He seemed to want to explain but just shook his head and held the box out to me. The box was engraved with the Thorne clan’s most ancient crest and sealed with a powerful blood curse. I recognized this box. A hundred years ago, as a naive young girl, I had accidentally stumbled into his secret chamber and seen it. I remembered him telling me about it once, his voice full of boastful pride. The Thorne clan’s most precious relic—“The First Embrace’s Blood.”

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

Deep breaths, calming slow deep breaths. Let’s look around to see if there is anything we can use for our escape, Artemis suggested trying to snap Ember out of her thoughts. Ember nodded and took a few more calming breaths before standing again and taking in the room more carefully. There was a plush lounge chair in the corner beside the curtains with a small table beside it and a lamp, and a small bookshelf lined with books beside that. In the other corner was a dark wooden desk and a comfortable-looking chair in front of it. Ember went to the desk and routed through it to see if there was anything she could use. She knew it wasn’t likely that Quinten used this desk for working but she had

The forest had grown too quiet. Not the silence of peace. Not even the kind bred by death. This was the hush before something broke. Emilia knelt beside the charred circle where the bone wolves had bowed. In her hands, she held a box made of bone and blackened iron. It was cold even in the rising heat of the Blood Moon. Her fingers trembled around the edges of the clasp—not from fear, but something harder to name. Something closer to recognition.