Green Ember Series の小説・ストーリー

I’ve not seen a dud in the bunch. “Dragon,” Ember stood on tiptoes and kissed Samuel’s cheek. “I will keep watch whilst you help the Emissary,” she told him, and stepped back, creating a stir amongst the audience as she opened her wings, the heat of the flame causing Aislen’s hair to crackle around her face as the moisture was zapped out of the air, and causing a draught that lifted dust and tugged at clothing. Ember took off, the strokes of her wings fanning them with hot air and the scent of sulphur.

She hastily walked closer to him before the guard could get to her. " I'm Ember, from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Okay?", Larsen turned back to her, " Your surname", Magnus whispered to her feeling irritated by her slow-wittedness. " Oh, I'm Ember Docherty from the Moonlit Veil pack", " Docherty?", " Yes, My lord". ' if it's the same Docherty she's referring to, then she has what I need,' Larsen said in his mind without giving expression, making Ember more nervous.

" Before I knew it, my eyes were soaked with tears and I groaned loudly, brutally wiping them off. He smirks before using his thumb to graze a left tear off my face which made me to shiver under his warm hand against my cold skin. "Don't act base on your emotions. Pay attention to details. Of course, you are right.. your mother is one and...I" his smirk deepens. "..was only confirming something." My teeth strikes against one another and I snort angrily before I stomped out, not missing the smirk wearing off his face, a darker look taking over from my side eyes. I thought I had escaped a house being burnt down by fire only to come meet flames of fire here... a beacon of it that could erupt an

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.

He never asked me to; I never had to explain why. But there was something else I felt too. Something cold, lurking at the edges of the bond — not from him, but from somewhere far ahead. A presence. Watching. Waiting. We reached the northern ridge on the fifth day. The air turned dry and hot, even though snow still clung to the rocks. It shouldn’t have been possible — heat and frost in the same breath — but as we climbed the last hill, the answer appeared before us. The Ember Plains. A vast expanse of cracked earth stretched beyond the horizon, glowing faintly with veins of molten light beneath the surface. Waves of heat shimmered through the air, but above it, dark clouds churned like a stor

She held a cup of cider she wasn't drinking, her eyes tracking the pavilion's crowd with the vigilance of an Anchor who felt her charge's ley lines even when they weren't visible. Emberlyn crouched beside a portable brewing apparatus, her cornrow braids sparking with bioluminescent static, her glasses fogged with the steam of something that bubbled and hissed and smelled of possibility. She didn't look up as I approached. She never did when she was working, too deep in the concentration that made her brilliant and fragile in equal measure.

But I was also resolute, "Ember, What are you trying to say?" "I'm trying to say that I…I, Ember McGregor, reject you, Alpha Jean of the Silver Bright pack as my mate."

"Get out of my sight." He didn't answer. He simply walked toward another waiting area without actually leaving. Coward. My phone vibrated before I could think about chasing after him again. I answered without checking the caller. "What?" "Mr. Cardiff," one of Titan Media's executives said nervously. "We wanted to update you." "About?" "The board has agreed to begin promotional campaigns for The Last Ember. The premiere has officially been scheduled for two weeks from today." Silence. Then anger exploded inside me.

The lower gardens had been transformed for the Ember Kiss — a sensual, intimate solstice festival where couples and friends exchanged glowing ember-laced kisses under arches of living flame. Small braziers burned with enchanted fire that produced harmless, warm sparks, and the air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and winter herbs. Soft drums and flutes played a slow, seductive rhythm as guests moved between the flame arches, sharing kisses that left faint glowing marks on skin.

"Your grandmother knew exactly what she was doing." Marcus's posture shifted subtly, becoming more alert. "Sage Casey Ember-Brooks. The name alone carries power—wisdom, fire, and water in perfect balance." The fountain behind them surged suddenly, the hot and cold streams rising higher than usual before settling back into their rhythmic dance. Several shoppers paused to stare, then continued on their way.