Little Embers Blind Boxes Novels & Stories

Clever little angel, Bane thought. “I got it after uncle Jonas admitted to being a gambler the first time,” Emma explained as she opened the safe and took out a small jewellery box. She opened it and Bane couldn’t help but to look inside. There were some necklaces, some earrings and bracelets. Nothing that looked really expensive, but he guessed the emotional value was high.

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

My heart launched into a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs, the blood in my veins turning to absolute ice as I slowly turned around to face the bedroom. Ember was sitting on the edge of the velvet mattress, her eyes locking onto the rich crimson silk peek-matching out of the zipper and the elegant box cradled against my chest. Her eyebrows knit together, the protective sorrow she had held for me a second ago instantly hardening into an intense, deep curiosity. “Who gave you that, Ama?” Ember asked, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a physical blade. “Where did you get a royal-crested garment bag from?”

My hands trembled just slightly as I held it. He crouched to scan the shelves. “Here.” The box was there, tucked neatly among others, marked with a familiar supplier label: GemEssence Suppliers — Fragile: Precious Stones. Ryan and I exchanged a look before he pulled out his multitool and slit the tape open. Inside, layer after layer of packing foam. Then, glittering in plastic cases, the gems. Blood-red rubies, green as forest glass emeralds, and deep, dreamlike blue sapphires. Each stone perfect, untouched.

I hissed inwardly, my mind racing with anxiety. "Selena, I'm guessing it's a Sunflower design." Ember echoed in my mind. I paused for a while, staring at the pieces. "You think so?", I asked still uncertain. "Maybe I'm right," Ember replied, "Just bring those two pieces that are down by your right to the middle, let's see how it goes first." I did as she instructed and to my greatest surprise, it was beginning to make sense, why didn't I think of it since? "Ember, I think you're right", I said, a surge of excitement running through me.

Ember even asked if Raverine found more about the Die Dark, but Raverine answered that he had tried to look more about it but doesn’t have enough tools or connections to access more information about it. Ember’s mind after Raverine shared that piece of information went back to when she saw the abbreviated word ‘DD’ on Chief Wills’ gift card underneath a box of doughnuts. When Ember’s phone beeped, her mind snapped back to reality and she halted from taking another step. She unlocked her phone screen and saw that the message is from an unknown number.

Emory was trying to tell me something, his agitation simmering. "This scent... it's like a distant memory, Drake. It's triggering something deep inside me," Emory whispered. "Are they your mom's?" Eve asked, watching me closely. "I think so," I replied, feeling a wave of emotions. "Emory is losing it." As we continued to sift through the box, I came across a few more items that seemed to belong to a tiny female. There were delicate dresses, a small pair of shoes, and even a few handwritten letters. Emory's restlessness grew with each discovery.

"A baby, born to this life. Come on, Karl. How would you feel having me follow you everywhere, heavy with child?" Now, she was educating him, and she was correct. "I see your point," Karl said. "It's a bitter drink," Lexi said. "Hence, why I asked if you desire something more than this. I know you can afford it. I read today that the Night Witch is the third richest mercenary group on the continent."