From The Embers Novels & Stories

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

I could see the arc of their attacks, the flashes of power cutting through what little mist remained. It felt like something we could actually win. Several of our people were already down. I could see them from the window, some kneeling in the snow, some lying still. The white ground was no longer white. Dark red stains spread under their bodies, soaking into the frost. Elder Anna caught sight of me and froze for a split second. Then her voice rang out across the veil. “Ember! Have you lost your mind? Get back inside the house!” “I can handle the memory veil!” I shouted back over the noise. “If the veil clears, those echoes should vanish too, shouldn’t they?”

“As I said.. I'm no angel, Ember, and I know you're not particularly unaware of that, at least you must have got one or two of the signs.” He was saying the truth, I in fact know that very well even from the way he fought the Lycan. I was sure, so sure that he must be hiding an even much more powerful strength… or maybe.. I gulped, nodding quietly. “i’m uncontrollable, destructive and even though I tried everything within my capacity to stop it, but. couldn't, I find solace with her even though I tried to warn her but she insisted, and so i broke through her walls until she was all over me, same as I'm all over her. But it didn't last long when I have one of my outbursts. All she could see w

“Do you not know what these are?” “Nnnoooo” She stammered. “They are branding irons” I laughed as I grabbed the letter W and made my way back to the fire and placed it in the flames. I waited until it was nice and red and then returned to her. She started to fight shaking her head from side to side as I approached. I laughed as I pushed the letter to the top of her right tit, God the smell was so much better and stronger then with cigarettes. I wish that I had bought these before. Now I was super excited to get Charlotte back and use these on her. I walked away from her and grabbed the letter H from the case and walked back to the fire. I was disappointed when she passed out when I was only

I crawl back towards my mother, and pull her behind me to the door. By this point, the flames are so high and ferocious, that finding air seems to be a lost cause. The only chance I have, is making it to the bunker. Another crash, and the ceiling above begins to rain down on us. I cover my mom, shielding her from the debris, using my body. I can feel flames flicker over my back, and I scream out in pain. I don't move until I no longer hear debris falling. I reach for the handle, and drag my mother in the last few steps. Closing the door behind us. I lay on the ground, and roll as much as I can to smother the flames that have gathered on my back.

All I can dream of is those kind brown eyes. *** Fire. That’s all I can think about. My body is on fire! I sit up and I’m just in pain. Tori is up and ready. She picks me up and takes me out of the cottage. “You got this girl.” She soothes. “I’m here for you. You just gotta relax and give Emerald control. “Easy for you to say!” I shriek. Pain is all consuming. I can hardly concentrate on anything else. You’ve got to breathe past it. Emerald reminded me. I’m not trying to hurt you. With me you will find more strength.

Jeremy glanced warily at the great sword on Andrew's back and quickly responded, "Sir, please do not get angry, I will explain! The Cerulean Tide is a poisonous blue fog that sweeps through at specific times from deep within Wraith Graveyard, like a raging storm. "When the blue completely blankets the entire area, you can't see the road anymore, and worse, all kinds of vengeful spirits come with the fog! When they encounter living people, they attack and kill without mercy. It's absolutely terrifying!" Andrew nodded. "Is that why you buried yourself where the corpses are?" Jeremy looked miserable. "It was the only solution I could think of. Most of my teammates are already dead. It was all b

Sarreth added that I could not understand. Ah, we are now on our way to meet that mysterious goddess of mine and yes, Sam gave me a backpack. It’s just not a normal backpack because of a lot of stuff inside. Of course, I could feel the weight of the backpack Sam had given me. The backpack is black with no design. Only the silver zipper holder is the unique color that I liked. And locker? The fuck is locker, anyway? I stared at the black card I was holding. What is this card for? Why do I have a name here?

“I know how to stay when things are uncomfortable. I know how to choose what is right, even when it costs me.” Her breath shuddered. She let it. “I know how to serve.” The silence deepened. Alina lifted her head. Tears blurred her vision. “If that is enough,” she whispered, “then show me. And if it is not, let me walk away without shame.” For a long moment, nothing happened. The candles held their light. The shadows did not shift. The Crown did not blaze. Waiting pressed in. Then the stone beneath her palms warmed. Not with heat that burned, but with warmth that spread slowly, steadily, like sunlight reaching through cloud. The ember stone glowed a little brighter, its light soft but unmista

There was no mistaking the raw hatred that simmered beneath the surface, a turbulent storm of emotions that threatened to consume her. Mercedes, seemingly unaware of the burning intensity of her sister's stare, stepped further away from the campsite and into the enveloping darkness of the woods. The crackling leaves and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds that accompanied her departure. Esmeralda's eyes followed Mercedes until she disappeared entirely from view, swallowed by the shadows of the unforgiving wilderness. In that moment, as the flames of the campfire flickered and cast eerie, shifting shadows around her, Esmeralda's heart was a cauldron of resentment and loathing.