Novel & Cerita January Embers

She wasn't scared. She didn’t back away. She just whispered, “Then let it burn.” Her words stunned me. I was surprised by her braveness. It was a new side of Emery I was seeing. It was like she had transformed this past few that she had distanced herself, and I liked it. The media has really done a lot in changing the way she approaches things Then let it burn. She wasn’t just standing beside me—she was anchoring me. Not because I deserved it, but because something between us had refused to die, no matter how many times I tried to drown it in ambition, in control, in fear.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

His body was tense, coiled for attack. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re trespassing,” he growled. “I’m not trespassing,” she said smoothly. “I was invited.” I stepped beside him. “By who?” She held up a pendant, carved with the mark from my mother’s old journal—the Crescent Flame. “I’m Ember,” she said. “Elaine Greywood’s firstborn. Your sister.” I reeled. “No. My mother never mentioned—” “She couldn’t,” Ember cut in. “Because they erased me. Hid me. To protect you.”

Anna stood up immediately, Xandros matching her footsteps as they stopped in front of her, "How are you able to do this?" Nyra stared at them with bright blue eyes as she closed her palm and opened it again, the flame remained there. "It's beautiful...." She chuckled. Anita walked towards them and stared at the flame, "It's ember magic." "Ember magic?" Xandros looked at Nyra's palm closely, "What do you mean?" "When two strong forces meet, something unusual is the result. An ember magic comes only once in six centuries. It's the greatest form of magic. Nyra is a special being."

Rowan's POV One week later* It's been a week, a wonderful week since Ember healed up from being poisoned by wolfsbane. She was poisoned by that demon called Zara, who pretends to be a cool and kind lady in front of Thane. She's just using him. Well, that's not the point. The point is that the second Ember walks through those doors, I won't hesitate to embrace her, kiss her, and tell her how much I have always loved her, despite being rude and harsh to her.

"Don't come in, Serena! This place is about to blow! You guys need to run!" Raiden was still heading out with Celia in his arms, but he paused when he heard my words. He looked back in disbelief at me. All warmth left his eyes, as though he were looking at a stranger. "How am I now realizing you're so sly, Winifred? "The firefighters will be here and can control the flames in half an hour! What will our colleagues think of me now that you're saying this place will blow up? Can't you be a little more considerate like Celia?"

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

As she stared out of the window, she wondered if Signoral had never been her true friend. “Why did she come to me?” Calista wondered aloud. Emily had claimed she was always in the same lecture hall, but Calista had never seen her until that night at the campfire, when Emily had been the life of the party. “What are you thinking?” Ranya asked, noticing her furrowed brow. “Signoral...” Calista began, using Emily’s given name for the first time since learning she was a Hamilton—a billionaire heiress who had chosen to run a lounge instead.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.