Little Ember Novels & Stories

I felt fear. Real Fear. “Do you think your performance is worth your freedom?”he asked. I nodded,not quite whether it would be wiser to deny it. “Oh,poor kitty,…” The room door opened with a slight bang. “Babyyyy!!!!”a curvy lady,with a shrinking blonde hair screamed,rushing in for a hug from Adam. Adams reaction changed a he put on a closed lip smile. “Why didn't you call?” “Nothing”her eyes moved from my feet up to my face like she was inspecting me with curiosity.

Eric seemed to be trying to hold in his laugh as well as he sipped his ale. Ember, though, just slammed her pint down next to me and held out her hands. “Let’s play a game.” Castor’s eyebrows shot up. “Ember, must you really—” “It’s just a game,” she hissed at him over her shoulder. “Hold out your hands. I’ll show you how to play.”

Ember, although stiffened with a heated face, started following him in the business heels she was given. Ember wouldn't call herself words like beautiful because it seemed impractical. She had curves but she didn't have an attractive body. She was 5'5", light brown hair, plain brown eyes. She didn't have any special features that people ever complimented her on. She was plain, boring, minimal. The kind of a girl who had to put a million efforts to stand out. Not only because she had heard others say it about her after she grew out of her typical nerdy phase, but also because she had almost grown up believing that by heart. There was no reason to change her beliefs.

She was just sitting in front of me like a good girl, and I couldn’t help but smile the whole time. “How old are you, little Ember?” “Don’t call me that! Only Uncle Nik can call me little Ember.” She looked at me with a big frown. I chuckled and nodded. “Alright, Miss Ember. How old are you?” “I’m four!” She showed me her four fingers. She’s bright, and bubbly. I like her! We’re silent as I braided her hair carefully. I kept glancing at her because I feel like she’s thinking about something.

May ngiti sa mukha ni Gieselle habang nilalagay ang bulaklak sa puntod at sinisindihan ni Martin ang dala nilang kandila. "Naalala ko ang kwento ni Lola Carmen tungkol sa'yo noong bata ka pa. Medyo may pagkamaton daw ang galaw mo at madalas ang mga kabarkada ay lalaki kaya natakot siyang baka maging tibo ka. Pinipilit ka niyang pasuotin ng bestida upang matanim sa isip mo na babae ka at balang araw ay magdadalaga. Pero kahit dalagita ka na'y sobrang bubbly mo pa ring kumilos. Hyper na hyper kaya lagi niyang ipinagdadasal na sana’y magbago ka. Na sana maging mahinhin ka na binibini at marunong gumalaw ng pino. Kaya lihim siyang nagpasalamat nang pumasok ka sa pagiging modelo dahil naging dala

Ember had faced several enemies when she was still part of the King’s elite soldiers, and not even one of those fights actually made her scared. She knows how to fight and how to win the game. She’s not scared of pain or any kind of suffering, and she’s not afraid to face even the cruelest of enemies. But standing in front of the iron gates of Liam’s parent’s house, Ember could feel her knees wobble and her heart hammered inside her ribcage. She’s actually scared to face Esmeralda Ashdown alone.

Jasmine laughed harder. The sound warmed something inside Emmy. Then Jasmine opened the box. Inside lay ordinary things. Not magical artifacts. Not keys. Not prophecies. A comb. Two letters. A dried flower. A small piece of blue ribbon. A copper coin. A child’s wooden wolf. Emmy picked up the wolf. “Mine?” “Yes.” “I don’t remember it.” “You were very small.” “How small?” “Before you could walk properly.” Emmy turned it over. One ear had been chewed.

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

‎ ‎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.

On a crisp November morning, the inaugural assembly of the new Ember Circle convened in the renovated great hall of Montrose and Vale Estates its walls hung with Isabelle’s sketches from Prague and Bellford, each a testament to rediscovered history. Representatives from art, academia, and clergy gathered in a wide semicircle; at its center, a brazier held a single silver blue ember that pulsed like a heartbeat.