January Embers Novels & Stories

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

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.

“She wouldn’t hurt Angelica, would she? I mean, she’s just a child. She can’t possibly understand everything that’s going on.” Ember didn’t answer my question right away. She held out her hand and blew softly into her palm. A small ball of flame sputtered to life, illuminating where we stood in the darkness. The light flickered and waned, dancing as its casted shadows along Ember’s high cheekbones and plump lips.

"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." ***

Leaving Erica's office, I felt agitated and on edge. I was used to controlling my emotions and my actions but at this moment I felt like I would explode. I had begun to pry open the safe that I kept locked in my mind and feelings were beginning to seep out while I desperately tried to push them back in. On my way home, I called my husband and told him that I needed a break, and asked if he could watch the children so that I could spend the night at the casino alone. Usually, you would have a good time staying at a casino, but I was more interested in the free room that they give you for gambling there in the past. I needed that free room right now. I do not want to put this burden on my fami

A moment later, another little pool of warm glow flickered to life. Then another. And then Ember realized— Her nose twitched. No. No way. He lit more candles, three, four, five, each one releasing the same fragrance she used in her own apartment, amber resin, citrus rind and a hint of smoke. Her candle. Her scent. In his apartment. Ember blinked at him through the soft orange halo, “…Seriously?” Ghost straightened, candlelight painting gold across his cheekbones. “The power goes out on this floor a lot.”

Rose said. Ember’s grin widened. “You met him.” Rose froze. Rowan nearly choked on his coffee. “What?” he coughed. Rose stared at Ember. “How do you—” “You smell like frost,” Ember said simply. Rowan blinked. “I said that yesterday.” “Yes,” Ember replied. “But you didn’t notice the *other* part.” “What other part?” Ember pointed a spoon at Rose. “She smells like frost *and* fire.” Rowan frowned. “That’s… not possible.”

Eliza banks the fire and throws on a couple of logs to keep it going as she stares into its depths. Sol is pacing, unable to do anything more than keep her company. Vali returns after a few hours, and takes a second to spot her. “Little One.” She looks up at him, he comes over to her, and rests a hand on her forehead. “You are far too cold.” She sighs and he nods. “Stay there.” She raises an eyebrow and goes back to staring at the dipping fire. The snow is melting in the chimney and the water is making the fire spit. He returns with more wood and throws several logs onto the remains of the fire, then disappears again. He returns more quickly this time with more blankets.