Little Embers Blind Boxes Novels & Stories

"Yes." "You're lucky! We have a lot of veterans here. Especially Alaric—he's a pro at setting up tents. He’ll help you out later for sure." Iris smiled. "Ember, I bought a super cool tent online. It’s waterproof, windproof, even heavy-rainproof! Did you forget your sleeping bag?" "I brought one." Emerald smiled sweetly. "I also packed your favorite snacks and comics." "Em, you’re the best! Whoever marries you is going to be one lucky person!" Iris exclaimed happily.

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.

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.

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

"I'd forgotten about it. Bought it from a souvenir shop at the church. Ten bucks for three. It looked nice, so I grabbed some. Since you like picking up other people's trash, it's yours." I ignored her frozen smile and walked off. Steve shot her a glare and hurried after me. His voice trembled with heartache. "Tabitha, don't hold it in. I know you're hurting. Remember those 'blind boxes' I made of all the eligible young heirs in the city? You can draw one at random. Whoever you pick, I'll tie him up and bring him to you tomorrow. I guarantee he'll be better than Karl." I said nothing, letting him drag me back to my room. Sure enough, stacks of boxes were piled there. He hadn't been joking.

Feeling giddy, Mikayla put on the bracelet and did a little spin for the guests. Cory let out a whistle. “Ben, this must have cost you a pretty penny.” Ben grinned. “All that matters is that Mikayla loves it.” Turning around, Ben walked toward me. He held a smaller carton and passed it to me. “This one’s for you, Kaycee.” I set my drink down and took the box. The packaging was very basic, without even a seal sticker. I peeked inside and found a generic blind-box plushie. It was from an old series that had been popular two years back.

"Exactly!" "Hey guys, I'm still here, you know. I need the lube, remember?" Ember waved her hand at them, a frown forming on her face as they seemed to have overlooked her presence. "Unless you want to encounter a naked and impatient Titan, you'd better hand over that lube soon," she remarks, her tone teasing yet laced with a hint of urgency. Phoenix, sporting a quirky and humorous expression, interjects, "Yeah, we'd better make our exit before things take an unexpected turn."

“We anchor her. Re-stitch the threads of sensory recall. We rebuild the truth.” --- The Ember Ritual Long entered the room, silent as ever, but knelt beside Sarah and placed a small, ancient box before them. She opened it to reveal a vial of Phoenix Resin, a sacred compound that captured ember-light when bonded with truth. “Light it,” Long said simply. Emma reached forward with two fingers, dipped them in the shimmering resin, and pressed them to her chest. Sarah lit the Hearthglass. It flared gold. Then— Emma’s body jerked as her senses shattered open.

The knock has ceased the moment she turned on the lights from inside The box looked harmless, neatly taped in cardboard. She crouched. There were neither wires, not ticking nor labels, if anything, it looked like something pulled straight out of a dark web exchange, deliberate, untraceable, and meant to be found. Just her name written in black marker, boldly across the top. EMILY DALLY.

I go to turn around but get distracted by my phone beeping with a text message. "Dear Emma, you guys took so long looking for Emily that I got bored so we had to play some games to entertain ourselves, unfortunately for Emily she lost but she still has all her other fingers so it's not so bad. However, now it's time for us to play a game, and if you win you get Emily back but if you lose she dies. Look inside the box and you'll find your first clue. see you soon j x"