Novel & Cerita Little Ember

I didn’t want to be a Luna, or the one who carries the ball without anyone seemingly understanding how bitter it is, nor being some mystical vessel tied to ancient wolf blood or anything. I just wanted to be me..Ember. The Little Ember, as well, is Mira’s baby sister. The one who used to hide under her blankets during thunderstorms and sneak into Mira’s room because the thunder sounded too much like growling wolves. The irony stung now. I stood abruptly, clutching my arms. My legs were shaky, but I began to pace. I needed air. I needed something. No.. I need someone. I needed her.

"Dresses are for ladies," "And you are not one?" Ember persisted. "Ladies," Leon interjected. "Please, the feast," he urged, gesturing towards the awaiting car. "You could have said 'lady' since Elara here doesn't quite fit the bill," Ember remarked as she walked away, leaving Elara to scoff. Leon and I exchanged a glance before following them to the carriage. *********** The air crackled with excitement as I emerged from the car, the aroma of roasted meat filling my senses.

And then there's Ember, our youngest at eighteen months, currently napping upstairs but likely to wake soon demanding attention and snacks. Three children in five years. We didn't plan it quite this way, but I wouldn't change it. Adrian appears in the doorway, Ember cradled against his shoulder. "Someone woke up early." "Of course she did." I stand, crossing to take our daughter. She's the smallest of our three, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in personality. "Hi, baby girl. Did you have a good nap?" Ember babbles something incomprehensible and reaches for my hair, her favorite thing to grab.

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.

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

The stranger smirked and chanted a spell. "You're a wi...zard?" the prince asked while stuttering. The stranger ignored him and continued to chant. In a few seconds, heart shaped rubies started to appear above his head. "What are these rubies for? Are you gay?" The stranger chuckled and started to move forward. "I thought you'd automatically know who I am by showing you my symbol. Those rubies are the ember of love. Whoever got those rubies will feel an everlasting and pure love. But my sister's ember possesses a much stronger love," the stranger explained.

What kind of magic did this little girl have that would make a witch like Ember nervous? “Angelica, I need your help.” Ember’s voice was unnaturally soft. The tone sounded strange with her slightly raspy voice. I could only see the side of her face, but upon noticing Ember, the little girl smiled. That smile was wiped away when she turned her head further to the right and spotted Brandon and I hovering by the door. Her pink lips popped into an ‘o’ and stayed that way. Now that I could see the girl’s entire face, I realized she couldn’t have been older than six or seven. Looking closer, I noticed a sparkly sheen over the girl’s eyelids and her eyelashes appeared longer than normal. Wait, was

This moment, with Ember's tiny hand in hers and Rosalind by her side, was perfection. After shopping, they sought a tranquil oasis, a haven where Ember could unleash her boundless energy. A nearby park beckoned, its lush grass and vibrant children's swings inviting them to linger. As they entered the park, Ember's eyes sparkled with excitement. She sprinted toward the playground, her tiny feet pattering against the pavement. Cathryn and Rosalind settled onto a weathered bench, watching their little ray of sunshine. The warm sunlight filtered through the leafy trees, casting dappled shadows on the grass. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle chirping of bi

Ember’s eyes flicked between us and saw more than I wanted her to, as always and wisely said nothing. She set the plate on the nightstand and handed me the mug. “Sip. Small sips. You are not allowed to scald your tongue in my presence.” I obeyed. The tea tasted like chamomile and honey and being seven. “You can sleep here,” Ember said, matter-of-fact. “The door is to stay open. I’ll be in my room. If you so much as sneeze funny, I’m bringing out the emergency glitter and we’re going to urgent care.”

“I thought I’d lost you again.” “You didn’t,” she replied gently. “I just… I needed time to gather myself. I’m still waking up. But I’m here now.” I chuckled softly. “what’s your name?” “Ember. I wanted you to know it when the time was right.” “It suits you,” I murmured, thinking of how she had been nothing but a faint presence all my life—hidden beneath layers of suppression and silence. “Like a tiny ember left after everything burned. Quiet but still alive… and now, slowly flaring to life.”