Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

I watch as Erik reaches for her, he is about to speak but I cut him off. “Enjoy the parting gift. When she claims her throne, you will be able to reclaim yours. Until then, enjoy the everlasting fire. It’ll keep even the coldest of hearts warm.” I say, snapping my fingers and letting the rush of shadows and flames consume me as I leave the palace and return to my kingdom. To use my book and find my queen.

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

Drizzy gave him a questioning look. Ethan chuckled. He walked past Drizzy to sit at the edge of the table before saying "I'm not hiding Drizz. You will know the night after tomorrow". Drizzy looked confused "What do you mean by the night after tomorrow?" "This" Ethan pulled out a card from the drawer and gave it to Drizzy who collected it with a skeptical look on her face Drizzy took the card wondering where this was leading to. The card was black with an ash ribbon tied in the middle.

The air was thick with anticipation as they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, their senses heightened by the palpable energy that permeated the air. As they reached the clearing, their eyes widened in astonishment as they beheld a sight that sent shivers down their spines: a weathered stone pedestal, upon which rested an intricately carved wooden box adorned with symbols of both werewolves and vampires intertwined in an intricate dance of unity and defiance. With trembling hands, Seraphina reached out to lift the box's ornate lid, revealing a collection of artifacts that seemed to whisper tales of love, sacrifice, and destiny. Among them, a delicate silver pendant caught her eye,

Inside lay something unexpected. "What I’m about to give you," he began, voice low, "is a piece of the Ember itself. A shard that came loose while tending to the done. It was too exquisite to discard, so I carved it into this." From the box, he lifted a necklace, old and worn but striking. The pendant at its center was a stunning, deep purple stone, glowing faintly as though it held a piece of the Ember’s flame within. My breath caught. "It’s... beautiful."

As they saw the secretary's desk, they pointed their fingers. "Is that Mommy's work desk?" they asked in unison. Kara nodded while letting out a laugh. "Yes. Is it cool?” "Of course! Then, where is Daddy's room? Are we going in there now?” Frank and Kara smiled meaningfully. A second later, Frank reached out to Jeremy. The assistant immediately handed over two black boxes decorated with blue ribbons and red ribbons. “What is that, Daddy?” Emily's eyes widened. "Your birthday present."

“They think you’re losing it.” “I am losing it. And maybe that’s what it’ll take.” She was quiet, studying me. Then, softly: “We’re with you.” I turned toward her. She held out a small vial. Inside it, a flame flickered. White with specks of gold. Not like any fire I’d seen before. “What is it?” I asked. “Part of the original ember,” she said. “From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.”

, 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.