Fading Embers: The Search For Lost Love の小説・ストーリー

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

She breathes fire and is always been blunt to what she feels. "Oh dear, I am not hoaxing anybody here," he said teasingly in a soft sweet tone. She feel a sudden fast beats of her heart. She drinks her champagne 'til there is no more drops left. "Whatever, Apollo. Just leave me alone and we are cool." She left him there by joining the party people—dancing and getting hyped by the disco lights and music. She shake her head. Even if he would leave her, that man would creep in her mind at any second. Even after all these years, even after all her river-like tears, meeting that man is like experiencing a catastrophic event that would haunt Mary Emily forever.

"No, I can't rest yet. I will never rest until I find Jamie." Lugh was helpless, so he kept following her. Ember's stamina was waning, possibly due to her anxiety and the fact that she had been walking around in the underground garage for quite some time. The stretched strings in her heart tightened even more as time passed. Yet, they still hadn't spotted Jamie. Finally, Ember's body swayed and fell to one side, as she was unable to endure anymore.

Ember’s words crashed into him harder than any blow could. “You’re lying,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. Ember let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Oh, how I wish I were.” She took a step closer, her eyes burning with a venom that had been festering for years. “I am the product of one of our father's many mistakes. My mother was one of his mistresses—a tool for him to use and discard like nothing.” Ember took a deep breath as memories resurfaced. She had gone through a lot, and bringing that memory back hurts her more than she lets on.

“You can’t snatch off a life because you’re afraid he might not come looking for you. You’re afraid you might not move on.” “Emmy, I told you already. I don’t love him,” Calista replied, feeling tired of the conversation already. She was still in her short office skirt, coupled with a blazer blouse that went well with her skin tone. Her hair was still neatly packed in a bun. “Why did you use such strong words?” Emily inquired, shaking her head vigorously at the word “love.” Emily was a fan of casual sex, but Calista suspected she was still a virgin.

And if that blade was unsheathed too quickly, without guidance, without grounding It would cut through everything. Even those she loved. Even herself. - Ember rose, continuing through the ghost paths old wolves once used, past trees marked with moon sigils, past the place where Ariya had fallen. A broken altar under a weeping cedar, its sap dripping like slow tears. Ember crouched, pressing her palm to the frozen earth, breathing in the cold. “Come back whole,” she whispered, letting her breath warm the frost. “Come back not as fury alone, but as the Queen we lost.

A single ember drifted up from her chest and vanished into the night. “He’s just waiting to be born again.”

My eyelids felt like lead, the world around me blurring and fading to gray. “Her temperature is dropping!” My father’s voice cracked. “Her wolf spirit… it’s leaving her! They said she could get treatment in Manhattan. How could this be happening?” My mother’s choked sobs filled the room as she clutched the family moonstone, a desperate attempt to summon the pack healer faster. I wanted to comfort her, to tell her it was alright, but I couldn't even lift a finger. As my consciousness began to fray, the healer rushed into the room. I heard his heavy, sorrowful sigh.

"Did you not get enough rest last night? Come sit down a bit." I didn't answer because my mind was still stuck on the lucky charm found on Chloe's bracelet, which I'd given to Ethan. There had been a time when he'd had so much on his mind that he couldn't sleep, and I'd always catch him frowning. So, I'd gone to a church and prayed on my knees, just to get him that lucky charm that could calm his mind. He'd told me it was proof of my love and promised he'd wear it for life. But now, he'd taken it off and handed it over to someone else.

“I thought I’d lost you again.” “You didn’t,” she replied gently. “I just… I needed time to gather myself. I’m still waking up. But I’m here now.” I chuckled softly. “what’s your name?” “Ember. I wanted you to know it when the time was right.” “It suits you,” I murmured, thinking of how she had been nothing but a faint presence all my life—hidden beneath layers of suppression and silence. “Like a tiny ember left after everything burned. Quiet but still alive… and now, slowly flaring to life.”