Little Ember Novels & Stories

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.

"And what did you tell them?" "That Ember Academy does not expel students for surviving an unjust world," the Headmaster said, some of his old steel returning to his voice. "But I will not lie to you, Sera. That answer will not satisfy every family on this ridge. You have made yourself the center of a conflict far larger than any single student should have to carry, and I fear it is only beginning."

(LITTLE GIRL) “LITTLE GIRL.” The name that the Mistress of time calls to Emie. The day and the moment that the Supreme One gifted her to the time witch to be the witch’s little doll, her puppet, and that one soul that she can freely use to do everything that she pleases. “Such a beautiful little girl.” The witch compliments her, yet rather disses her in a way that is flattering from the outside, but taunting her from the inside.

Amy, with her vibrant personality and infectious energy, provided a perfect cover for the tension simmering just beneath the surface. The observer continued to follow them as they moved through the city, stopping at a quaint café. They chose a table outside, and the observer found a spot across the street, hiding behind a newspaper while still keeping them in sight. The observer watched as they laughed and chatted, their bond clear and strong. This was the Emily the observer remembered: lively, full of hope, and surrounded by people who cared about her.

Then the subtle shift of a mechanism disengaging behind the walls. Ember stepped inside. The basement was colder than the grave. Boxes lined the shelves. Her old toys. Books. But one crate sat dead center clean, padlocked, waiting. Lucien raised his gun. “It’s bait.” “I know.” She stepped forward anyway. Her hands didn’t shake. They were already dead things. She broke the lock. Inside: A recorder. A pistol. A photograph. And a note. Ember unfolded it slowly. "Pull the trigger, little girl. That’s all you've ever been good for. – R"

“Link… who taught her?” I didn’t have an answer. Lilly I dreamed of roots—twisting black tendrils crawling through the dirt. They glowed faintly, pulsing like veins. In the center, a cradle of stone. Inside it, my daughter. Eyes closed. Skin like porcelain carved from moonlight. She opened her eyes. And smiled. The next morning, Ember was gone. A note was left on the windowsill: "I’m going to find out who’s whispering to her. Hold the circle. Don’t let the earth bleed."

Her warm, minty breath fanned over my face, and I pressed further into her. "I told you," She said, and I nipped at her lips, pulling a gasp from her. "Quiet, Little Fairy," I hissed before discretely looking to the side to see if anyone was watching or listening. "I don't have a power. I don't have magic." Ember said, softer this time but sounding even more annoyed as she was breathless. I pulled back an inch to meet her gaze, but she looked sincere. Her tone, features, and heartbeat showed no sign of deception.

She made her way to the exit, her heart heavy with the weight of her past. Ember walked down the street, the warm sun casting a golden glow over the quiet neighborhood. The trees lining the sidewalk rustled softly in the breeze, their leaves shimmering like emeralds. The sound of children's laughter and chirping birds filled the air, creating a sense of peace and tranquility. As she turned the corner, Mrs. Jenkins' house came into view. Ember's heart swelled with relief, her pace quickening as she approached the cozy little bungalow. She climbed the steps to the porch, her hand raised to knock on the door.

Ember intended to sleep with Jamie and Avery that night since Caleb was absent. The two children laid on Ember's left and right sides, and she carried a picture book in her hand, telling the story to them in a soft voice. Ember was telling the story of a tadpole searching for its mother. Avery had heard that many times before, but he listened closely because Ember was the one speaking. The story was only halfway through when Jamie couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Ember, did the tadpole find its mom in the end?" Jamie stared at Ember with teary eyes, bringing a sudden sadness in her heart.

" a feminine voice called out, and I supposed that was Lily, "She's here," William called out and we turned to the sound of Lily walking to the living room, "Hi!" Lily called out happily when she arrived, and her smile made me smile too. She was about five feet tall and gave off a kind of pixie vibe "Hello, I'm Ember," I said and stretched out a hand, but she put me into a hug, "I know. I'm Lily." she said when she pulled away, "she's pretty." she said, turning to William, and I couldn't help blushing.