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

“We fight.” In the Shadows Ignis stood in the dark. Watching through fire. He had seen everything. Lycan’s death. Zuri’s grief. Daisy’s pain. He smiled. “Let them gather. Let them burn with hope.” He turned to the white-haired girl—**Ember**. “Soon,” he said. “The child will come to me. And when she does… she will burn this world to ash.” Rosa’s POV They told me Lycan was gone.

"I was young and blind, falling for a jerk. That past taught me that Byron's the one worth loving. Mess with us, Shawn, and you'll regret it." My tone carried a sharp edge, and Shawn staggered. "You hate our past that much?" "Absolutely." I nodded. "I'd erase you from it if I could." I pulled Byron into the car, leaving Shawn behind with a broken heart. Byron grinned, "Did you mean that?" "Every word," I confirmed. "He's nothing to me now. You and Edith are my world." ... I thought after that day, Shawn would give up. But I was wrong. He showed up again.

If I ever found out who he was, I'd confront him directly and make sure he realized just how badly he’d messed up. I couldn't help but think in a twisted way, his rejection was, in a way, a blessing. It gave me the opportunity to have someone so sweet and delicate by my side. Ember was fragile, so soft that even the slightest prick could bring her pain. If that insensitive fool had taken her in, would he have genuinely cared for her? She deserved love, warmth, and sunshine. Without it, she would fade away, and the thought of that sent a chill through me.

“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.

“If a rat breathed here, I want to know which direction its whiskers pointed.” The soldiers surged forward. Doors were kicked off hinges. Cellars torn apart. Barns reduced to splinters. Tunnels checked. Wells inspected. Every scrap of cloth lifted. Every chimney probed. But Emery’s family had vanished into the world like smoke. Hours later, the fires had risen—first small, then roaring. Damian didn’t stop the torches. Tarron Vale burned in wide, hungry sheets of orange. What Emery abandoned, Damian erased. Still, no trace.

"You want to explain? Fine. Explain why you left. Explain why you never came back. Explain why the first time I see you in a decade, is to rent my fucking womb!" "That's not-" "This was your plan wasn't it? You contacted Maria for this instead because you know that I'll be left as an option." Diego's jaw tightened. "Yes." Her hand came across his face with a tight slap but he didn't move. "Yes," she repeated. "Yes. You knew." "I knew." Lucia's vision blurred, and she felt dizzy but couldn’t faint in front of him. Tears and rage clouded her. "I loved you." Her words came out broken. "I waited for you. I waited thinking maybe you would come back and give an explanation. Maybe there was a reaso

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

“But I need to know. I need to know so I can start looking for someone else.” He didn’t want to say it. He hated how pragmatic it sounded. How cold. But this was no longer about what Ana wanted. Or even what he wanted. He blinked and lifted his head, gaze falling back to the hearth. The final flame had given out—no more flicker, no desperate dance against the dark. Just an ember now, glowing faintly like a dying star. Dim. Gray. Fading. Alone. He stared, unmoving, as it pulsed one last time—one faint orange throb against the darkness—then dulled to a tired white rim and finally to cold, lifeless ash.

I lean against the wall and cross my arms, “Uh, so I don’t know about you, but I think my sex drive just went away.” “That’s just as well, to be honest I was kind of worried because it seems like things peter out when people rush into doing it without really getting to know each other.” He slides down the adjacent wall and sits where he lands, “And, you have the right kind of vibe I’m looking for.” “I agree, I think I went too hard.” I take a seat as well. “The truth is that Em started telling me about you because I was looking for a rebound, and I realized that what we were doing in the grotto was messed up.” His face turns apologetic, “Sorry for approaching you like a rebound.”