Green Ember Series の小説・ストーリー

“You forget yourself.” “No,” I said quietly, stepping closer. “I just remember what’s real.” The air between us went heavy, thick with unspoken threats. I didn’t care. Not anymore. I turned before I said something that would start a war and left him to his silence. A noise stopped me. Faint, behind one of the chamber doors—a whisper of fabric, a soft hum. I pushed the door open just enough to see. Ember stood before a mirror, tracing glowing runes along her arms. They pulsed red beneath her skin. Her reflection… moved differently. Half a heartbeat late, like it wasn’t hers.

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

It shimmered like heat seen through water. “This is a Hearthglass,” she explained, setting it carefully on the ground between them. “It was used in older Ember cultures—pre-Sterling eras—to reflect fire memories. Sometimes, firebinders forgot their most formative burns. This pulls echoes from their cells, blood, voice, even bone.” Emma frowned. “But if Irsi truly destroyed the memory—” “She didn’t,” Sarah cut in. “She twisted it. Muddied the link.” Steve nodded. “Which means the ember inside you still remembers. Even if your mind doesn’t.”

THE END Agatha (100 years later) I watched the video legacy left behind by Ember and her mates. When Ember died of old age twenty years ago, her life was linked to her mates. It was the cost Seth and Carter agreed to in order to give Selene enough power to send Ember back into time. Damien and Jordan understood the cost of this as well, and grew to be okay with it. Ember produced each of them a son, and had a daughter with Carter's traits. All of them inherited Lycan abilities but none of Ember's goddess blood or abilities. Damien and Jordan's sons ran Black Diamond. Carter and Seth's son took up their father's legacy and ran Moonlight as well as the Woodstone pack, which now ran through the

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I understand your concerns. But I assure you, my brother has nothing to do with this. I am here seeking honest work, and I am perfectly capable of doing this job. Please, just give me a chance. I won't disappoint you." The manager hesitated, his gaze flickering between Ava and the resume on his desk. He saw the desperation in her eyes, the genuine need. He also saw the potential for trouble, the risk of offending Lucas Antonio. He sighed, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. "Alright," he said finally, his voice grudgingly. "One week. Trial period. You prove yourself valuable, and we’ll see. But if Lucas comes around, asking questions, yo

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.

"Exactly!" "Hey guys, I'm still here, you know. I need the lube, remember?" Ember waved her hand at them, a frown forming on her face as they seemed to have overlooked her presence. "Unless you want to encounter a naked and impatient Titan, you'd better hand over that lube soon," she remarks, her tone teasing yet laced with a hint of urgency. Phoenix, sporting a quirky and humorous expression, interjects, "Yeah, we'd better make our exit before things take an unexpected turn."

He tapped my shoulder. “Dad, you know that he was really hiding something from me when I visited them in America,” Ember said. She didn't come with us when we talked to the Greens because she stood up for her feelings for her nephew. She said that the guilt she is feeling would become worse if she came with us. “Shut up, Ember. I just hid that because I knew that you had an itchy mouth.” “Oh, son of a bitch! You are something! ," she said, annoyed.

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.