Mlp Princess Ember Novels & Stories

Ember had walked it once before, long ago, but today it felt different—more like returning than visiting. Maela was already on the porch when Ember arrived, sitting cross-legged with a mug of tea steaming between her palms. She looked like a girl, no older than seventeen, her hair silver-blonde and braided with dried lavender. But her eyes—her eyes were ancient. “Come,” she said gently, without being asked. “You’re carrying too much again.” Ember sat beside her, not speaking for a moment.

From what Madraya saw, there was no denying that this woman was the last and fourth commander of stealth. For a girl so young, her achievements far surpass everything. Ember has been rumored to never lose a war, or even an assassination. That’s why she was named a Stealth. Cause that was the only thing that could comprehend the power inside her. And now that the crimson blood ran in her veins, just how powerful was she now?

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

The lady said… “Yeah” Ameliah answered shortly, still not understanding why all these people were talking to her all of a sudden. “I’m Ember, nice to meet you…” the new maid said… “I’m Ameliah” Ameliah replied with a smile. “Gosh, you are so cute, and beautiful too, even though you are dressed as a maid. Imagine if you dressed like those elite” Ember said smiling “Shut up Ember!!” Chloe said and hit her head…

Ember said, sounding defeated. “It has to!” Kade exclaimed, his hands up in front of him, moving forward and back rapidly as he tried to relay to her why it was so important that she heard what he said and how serious he was about it. "Ember. I think you might be a descendant of the Queen. Which means your grandmother might have been the lost princess, making you a princess, too.”

He stopped laughing the minute he took a look at my face, instantly composing himself he turned back to Zachary, "As of 8pm last night Annalise Elisabeth Shaw became the next in line for the crown, instantly making her Queen of the Vampire empire, even if she didn't know, she is the last blood relative of the reining King and Queen, so you see Zackie boy this fight is null and void",

Why would the Prince, whom I had encountered only once at the feast, come all the way to the barracks to see me? It was an honor, of course, but it was also unsettling. I glanced at Ember, her perplexed expression mirroring mine. "What should I do?" I whispered faintly. "Go meet him," Ember urged firmly. "It's the Prince. You can't decline." I drew in a deep breath, my heart racing. I straightened my tunic, smoothing out the wrinkles, and followed Aella out of the women's quarters. As I walked down the corridor, my mind raced.

Chapter Twenty "I beg your pardon," Emilia's eyes narrowed at the girl before her who gave her a good run in height, despite her slim frame. It appears it runs in the genes as Milan seems to look like a hunk himself. Too surreal, bigger than an average wolf. Well, so are the men here, who seem to come with their nature as Lycans. The girl's eyes glinted with delight as she jogged forward to meet her, stretching out her hand to Emilia. "Hullo, I am Emma, princess to this Kingdom and a princess apparently," She rolled her eyes mischievously

A flash of red burst into his vision. Sophia leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on her red lips. "The great Marcelli heir certainly takes his time. You made a princess wait for half an hour." The afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, casting a golden halo around her. She was as brilliant as a flame, burning her way into his black-and-white world. In that moment, he appeared unfazed, but his heart had skipped a beat. After that, she found endless ways to cause trouble—a laxative in his whiskey, important contracts folded into paper airplanes, parading around in a scandalous nightgown during a family meeting. He met every challenge, playing the long game.

Ember's POV When I woke, the world was wet stone and cold iron. My arms were stretched above my head, chains biting into my wrists until my skin burned. The air shimmered faint blue, alive with whispers that hummed against my bones. Every breath I took tasted like metal and ash. My disguise was gone....no bandages, no cloak, no voice to hide behind. Just me. Ember. And the truth I’d spent months burying.