Hades Ember Novels & Stories

Typed into the system console: > EMV-Vairo001 = DEPRECATED > BTV-Vairo002 = PRIME LOCATION: The edge of the Cinder Vault zone Former Vairo asset archive site. TIME: 10:17 a.m. The land here didn’t grow anything. The trees were scorched black, the ground cracked and dead. Wind scraped the dirt like it wanted to bury every secret still breathing. Ember stood alone at the perimeter gate, helmet off, dust clinging to her boots. A rusted metal sign hung on the fence:

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

“Not only my three drops of blood… Even if you asked for my life, I’d certainly give it to you, My Handsome Brother Hades… You’ve saved my life twice… My life has now been completely yours, My Handsome Brother Hades…” tweeted Hanny also with her all feminism love, care, affection, as well as gratitude. “Okay… Now, could we give it a try whether my body has been immune to the red orpiment or not?” asked Hades, smiling gently and lovingly. He fractionally loosened his embrace.

Ember commands something deeper. I crest a ridge of jagged obsidian and stop. The sight nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. She stands at the center of a vast expanse of black glass. Shadow demons, thousands of them, form a massive circle around her. Horned giants, winged creatures with burning eyes. Beasts older than kingdoms. Every single one bowed. Not in fear, in reverence. Ember stands in the center of them like a queen who has finally stepped onto the throne she was always meant to claim. Gold light moves faintly through the darkness around her body, weaving through the shadows as if the realm itself were bowing to her. For a moment, I can only stare. In all my years here, I have n

"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." ***

" I have seen two possible sides of this war. One of them is you four, as her protectors, at your strongest, and Ember in front of you, bringing peace on earth. "The other has been Ember on her knees, surrounded by one man with a shadowy face I cannot make out, surrounding her as her blood flows out of her and trails into him. He seeks her ichor blood to make him stronger. In this vision, ash falls from the sky. The skies are red and filled with the most terrifying creatures I have ever seen. You are all dead, she said grimly. " Each of the four horsemen will come for her in all her lifetimes as the human goddess, with one coming for her in each generation over the next three hundred years.

She was glaring at him disapprovingly as he pretty much laughed in my face. When he calmed his laughter, he looked at me and asked, “So, you think that you can end this war?” “I know I can,” I retorted. “Cocky girl,” Talon said while shaking his head. I smiled at him and told him, “I got it from my father.” “Where are you even from since you're a witch and are a Luna?” Cadoc asked from close by. Talon glared at him but I answered his question anyway, “I am formally known as Ember of the Timber Coven and I’m no witch.”

I wasn't looking forward to discussing politics and looked toward the door as Ember walked in. Her face was rosy from the shower she recently had and her hair was wet. She had a bad habit of not wanting to dry her hair. I shook my head slightly realizing that was just who she was, and I'd have to live with that. She glowed as she quietly pattered over to us. "Ember, these are some new mages and advisors. Their names are Rose, Huen, and Jaks,"I said introducing Ember to them. "Welcome," Ember said gracefully, shaking their hands. "It is an honor to have you here at the castle."

“Interpretation lies in fear. I refuse to be bound by fear.” Maris folded the scroll carefully. “Then heed this: Iris grows stronger. Only descending into Fate’s cradle, where Ember was born, will you find the means to sever her hold without drawing your sword against your own blood.” Selene frowned. “Fate’s cradle?” Maris nodded once. “The heart of Emberstone Canyon, beneath the ashfalls. There you’ll face your final trial.” Ryker stepped forward. “When do we leave?” Maris’s eyes glinted with bitter irony. “Soon. But know this... every hour wasted, Iris’s cult spreads. Provinces will rise under Death’s Dawn, and when they do… no mother’s blade will be enough.”