Eternal Embers Book Box Novels & Stories

He said moving his hands in a playful manner. "Oh brother, you know I'm really bad at guessing so please just show it to me." Ava said rather impatiently. Lucas knelt beside her, pulling a small box from his pocket. "What's this?" he asked, then opened it to show a diamond necklace. "Tada!" Lucas exclaimed. "Wow, it's beautiful! Thank you so much brother Lucas." she breathed, touching the necklace. "Don't mention it, you're my kiddo," he said, his voice a little husky. He put the necklace around her neck, his fingers brushing her skin, making her shiver.

She mimes breathing fire. "You're insane," Ash breathes. "I prefer 'creatively entertained,'" Ember corrects. "Now then, shall we begin? I have approximately three thousand pieces in my hoard that need sorting, and watching you two scramble while I work will make the time fly by!" She launches another fireball, and I grab Ash, pulling him aside as flames scorch the stone where we stood. "What do we do?" Ash whispers desperately. "Survive," I mutter. "And figure out how to escape before she decides we're not entertaining enough and eats us."

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

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

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.

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.

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."

“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.”