From The Embers Pdf Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

“Tanner, you got eyes on the target?” The deep voice of Alpha Team’s transport specialist came through the comms loud and clear from his position on the other side of the bridge. William Tanner sounded beyond thrilled to finally finish the damn fight. “Fucker hasn’t moved and he neither started summoning any monsters.” “That's good. But he looked like he knew a lot of bombardment spells though,” Angel Nova reported. Their demolitions specialist sounded way too cheerful about that fact. “Permission to move in, Captain?” “Negative, Nova,” Knight replied. “Wait for Bones to get in position.”

Lihua read them. They were good. Better than good. They were the work of someone who had lived inside a thing and understood it from the inside out and had the rare ability to translate that understanding into language other people could follow. Ruoxuan wrote about the empathic root the way Lihua had written about the emotional reservoir — from the honest place, without dressing it up or making it sound more mystical than it was. 'This is going to be the second chapter of the Reservoir's curriculum documentation,' Lihua said.

“It’s not possible.” Zara sighed, clearly frustrated, but she didn’t yell this time. “If you won’t tell him, then what are you going to do? She’s gone, Alpha Thane! Ember is gone!” Her voice broke slightly, as if she couldn’t believe the situation any more than I could. But I refused to accept that. I turned to her, my voice low, steady, but cold. “No, Zara. Ember will return. She always returns to me.” Zara stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief, but I wasn’t done.

She couldn’t do much to help herself if she was blind. “It’s wolfsbane, since white wolves are not susceptible to silver. Obviously he knew that with being so close to the king.” Lume supplied helpfully. Ember sat up and extended her hands around her to see if she could find something of value. It seemed she was lying on a large bed, judging from the scent the place had been recently cleaned. She kept feeling around her until her hand touched a wall. She decided to follow the wall to explore her surroundings. There was no point sitting in a heap and crying right now, since she wasn’t sure what to expect. She had to gain information that could help her. Knowledge was power, as they sai

He is the merchant who had helped my father in his business, things drifted apart when he was found working as a double agent for the Smiths. Emerson finishes a call hitting down a few more notes before moving on to the next, her effort is almost robotic and the soft smile that graces her lips makes a glow drawing me in like a moth, a tiger mutant moth. It's moments like this that I wonder what she's really thinking and what she's feeling. Does she hate me for what happened to her father? Or is she just clueless? If she hates me it will be hard for her to stick to her word.

Rhett coughed out. Aislen shook her head and jumped to grasp the top of the wall and pull herself up. The bricks were warm under her skin, almost enough to burn. Within the courtyard, there was a scorch mark radiating out from a central point, where Ember stood utterly naked, wings spread. The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair.

He waved her off. Still the woman lingered. She stood her ground, proud in her stance. “I’m sure your pathetic ranks couldn’t stand against my clan. None of you could.” Donte was in her face. He could feel the heat of her trembling breaths. “Chimeras that flaunt their abilities are no more abominations than the ones that shun immortals with greater power.” The ruby red of his eyes flickered with such darkness. “We prefer to avoid war. We welcome outcasts with open arms, and give sanctuary to the injured. You are neither, nor are you fit enough to be our mate. Leave." His nostrils flared as he menaced over her.

She scrambled out of bed and frantically turned on the lampshade on her nightstand. “Oh, damn!” Ember winced as she inspected her palm which was almost charred. She remembered the explosion. She was almost hit by the flying debris from the fire. “What happened?” She asked herself. She was still breathing hard and her heart was beating crazy. “That wasn’t a dream.” Ember knew that fire was real and she was there. The creature was real. She looked outside the window and she couldn’t smell any smoke. There’s no fire but why was her palm burned? Where did she get it?