January Embers Novels & Stories

Ember mumbled to herself, “But I fucking need him still.” Ember stopped in front of her apartment door and opened it with her key. Once she got inside, Ember removed her top shirt, leaving her in her sports bra. Ember went to the other side of her bed and opened the curtains. The street of Pinephil city isn’t that appealing to tourists at all. But the lights at this night hour would give justice and beauty to the city at least. “A sparkling façade of the gruesome life here.” Ember scoffed and softly closed the curtain. She went to her desk and opened her computer. She was about to take a seat when someone knocked on her door.

Smaller cabins scattered around it, each one with glass ceilings for watching the aurora. An artificially heated spring sat at the center of it all, steam curling lazily into the arctic air — imported warmth in a place that had none. Everything pristine and perfect and obscenely intentional. Ember turns to me, eyes bright, and she’s smiling — actually smiling — and I’d burn the whole world down to keep that expression on her face. “You look like a child on Christmas,” I tell her. Ember doesn’t look at me. Still taking it all in, eyes moving slowly across the landscape like she has never seen anything quite like it before.

" It was November, and the mountain was sealed by snow in the bitter cold of sub-zero temperatures. Initially, Ember feared getting lost and only dared to stay put. She endured the freezing cold while anxiously waiting for Atlas to rescue her. She thought to herself that Atlas surely wouldn't leave her here to die. But as night fell, darkness enveloped everything. Glowing green eyes stared menacingly from the shadows, and the distant roars of unknown beasts echoed all around her. Terrified, Ember trembled uncontrollably. She clutched onto a torch all night, unable to close her eyes. As her last bit of food ran out, she was forced to search for wild vegetables and fruits. However, her fingers

“Turns out her father is the beta from Crimson Moon. The same beta from the Embers pack.” “The Embers pack?” Dynamite Al groans out as if even saying the name brings him pain. “What the fuck do they have to do with all this?” “What do you know about the embers pack?” I asked Al, wondering what history he might have with them and if he would share that information.

You are something new. The small wolf's moon-colored eyes blinked. What am I? Luan touched its tiny head. You are Ember, she said. Because you are the last spark of a fire that has finally stopped burning. Ember wagged its tiny tail. Ember, it said. I like that. The pack gathered around. Holt knelt. Wren shifted. Sparrow smiled. Vera cried. Mira reached out her finger and touched Ember's fur. Welcome to the pack, Mira said.

‎ ‎The garden began to quiet. ‎ ‎Not in peace. ‎ ‎In absence. ‎ ‎The warmth faded. ‎ ‎The scent dulled. ‎ ‎The light dimmed. ‎ ‎The Fade was winning. ‎ ‎Then a child came. ‎ ‎A girl named Ember—descendant of every line, her light flickering but stubborn. ‎ ‎She was twelve, small for her age, her hair silver with streaks of red, her eyes the color of storm clouds before rain. ‎ ‎She came alone.

The lower gardens had been transformed for the Ember Kiss — a sensual, intimate solstice festival where couples and friends exchanged glowing ember-laced kisses under arches of living flame. Small braziers burned with enchanted fire that produced harmless, warm sparks, and the air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and winter herbs. Soft drums and flutes played a slow, seductive rhythm as guests moved between the flame arches, sharing kisses that left faint glowing marks on skin.

“Ember, can I use a memory to spark the fire?” “I guess, but you need to learn properly.” “Great,” I said, rubbing my hands together, before flames burst out of them. Which shocks everyone. I smile at the results. “What are you thinking about?” Ember asks. “That bitch Amber from school.” The heat in my body intensifies and the flames start to get higher. “I am thinking about my mom on the day of her death.”

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

He has not heard that nickname for years. "Maybe because I am much more caring than Simone," that even made her blood boils. Caring! What a word coming from a careless jerk! If he had probably possesses that characteristic, then what they had must have never crumbled and put into waste. "Who are you hoaxing that? Even the poorest of the poor would not buy such a cheap self-proclaim." Emily rolled her eyes. He chuckled at her remarks. This is one of the reasons why he is wonder struck by this woman since that cruel summer. She breathes fire and is always been blunt to what she feels.