Hades Ember Novels & Stories

I could see sympathy and helplessness in her eyes as she apologised. When I heard Ember's name again, I was caught off guard, unable to react at first. I sat there, frozen, for what felt like ages. I couldn’t understand why her presence still haunted my life. She had been a weak, stubborn human. Yet, over time, I started to realise that her place in my heart was slowly changing. She felt like a curse sent by the Moon Goddess. Always able to torment me effortlessly. If the secret I’d buried deep inside ever came to light, my peaceful life would crumble in an instant.

But only one thing existed now: Getting Ember home safely.

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

But Ember had her reasons for being here, her own secrets hidden beneath the bruises on her lips. Her once vibrant and lively eyes now reflected a deep sadness, carrying the weight of untold stories. They no longer sparkled with the hope and innocence of youth but held a glimmer of resilience and strength, buried beneath the surface. Ember had experienced hardships that had chipped away at her spirit, yet she refused to let them consume her completely.

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

I said to Ember. This is a lot. I was just adding an asset to the pack, not rescuing an Elven Queen. So wait, Jade is like a child of yours? I asked Ember. “Of course. I fed the energy of my fire to her Kingdom since the beginning of time. Even directly to the ones born of royal blood.” She explained. Who are you Ember? I asked her. “We will have to unlock the wonders of one another as we bond. There is no skipping.” She said to me, as I began to undress.

Her name was Ember, and she had traveled from the burned lands in the far south, where the gold flowers grew through the ash. "The watcher called me," Ember said, standing at the garden gate. "It said there was healing here for me." Mira studied with her. There was a rawness in Ember's gaze, a grief that had not yet found its shape. The watcher had called her, yes—but not to teach. To be held. "What healing do you seek?" Mira asked. Ember's voice was steady, but her hands trembled. "I was a child when the fire came. My family died. My village burned. The gold flowers grew through the ashes, and the watcher showed me this place. It said I would find rest here."

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

Instead, I moved closer. Lena swore and stumbled backward, her survival instincts sharper than mine. "Hail, what the hell are you doing?" I ignored her. The heat pressed against my skin like physical hands, pushing me back. My eyes watered, and my lungs protested with each breath, but I kept moving forward until I reached Ember. Her entire body glowed now, light pulsing beneath her skin in waves that matched her heartbeat. The air around her shimmered, and small objects—screws, dust, a scrap of paper, began to orbit her like tiny satellites caught in her gravity.

“It felt magical.” “Well… maybe?” Ember scoffed. “I guess I wouldn’t know what that feels like. I haven’t found my mate. I’m just here, mate-less and hospitalized while you’re out kissing magical boys.” “Oh come on, Ember,” Piper groaned. “I apologized.” “Yes, and I am milking it appropriately.” Ember pouted for two full seconds… then her expression snapped back to serious. “Now. You mentioned the Widow’s Bane.” Piper stiffened.