Reputation Embersofapril Novels & Stories

I replied quickly, turning to leave, but my grandmother’s words stopped me. “Melissa is not your mate. April is. If you’re ashamed of her, you shouldn’t have marked her.” Her words struck a nerve. I opened my mouth to respond, but Emmett interrupted with a sneer. “She’s a wolfless Omega. An abomination. Just admit it. You think so too.” I opened my mouth to answer Emmett but just as I took a step forward, my eyes darted to April standing there. She turned and walked away without a word, but the look in her eyes cut deep. I ran after her, catching her wrist in the hallway.

“The work shifts and the rogue skirmishes tend to build muscle whether you want it to or not.” Ember pulled back just an inch, her eyes bright with an excited, frantic energy as she looked between us. “I still can’t believe you’re actually here,” she stammered, her voice vibrating with pure excitement. “I thought the Council would extend the banishment. I thought father would have to fight them for another year to get the registry cleared.”

I asked. She didn’t look at me. “That this place feels like a graveyard.” “It is,” I said, my voice low. Her lips quirked into a faint, humorless smile. “Comforting.” I leaned back against the wall, my blade resting on my lap. Ember had been quieter than usual since we’d left the subway. Quieter, but not calm. Her hand rested on the cuff at her wrist, her fingers tracing the glowing runes absently. “How long has it been since your last rebirth?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Walk away clean. But nothing about Ember is simple. She's complicated and traumatized and so fucking trusting it terrifies me. She looks at me like I'm something good, something worth believing in, and I don't know how to tell her she's wrong. I'm not good. I killed my mate and my best friend in a rage so violent the Council had to clean up the evidence. But when she's in my arms like this, soft and safe and mine, I want to be good. I want to be the person she thinks I am.

She seemed pleased with her eyes fixed on the blaze as though she was watching something so entertaining, as though watching those bodies burning into ashes entertained her to her bones. April looked away as she couldn't keep watching those bodies burn to ashes. She could not understand how Margaux found pleasure in killing those people, how could she find pleasure in watching those bodies burn? Just watching that scene made her head ache and she felt disgusted by the fact that Margaux killed those innocent people just to take revenge on Damon. "I see you've found the black pot." She heard his voice behind her. April quickly stood up and turned to face him. "Judging by how pale your face is,

"The old fire, that's what you called mine before, isn't it? The Founder's fire?" "It's what the fire is for, Sera. Not destruction. Revelation." Oren's eyes hadn't left the page, something almost like grief moving behind them. "The Founder's fire doesn't simply burn what's in front of it. It burns away deception. Illusion. It shows the truth of things, whether or not anyone wants to see it." Sera thought of the vision in her own flame, the throne, the crown, hanging suspended in fire like it had been waiting for her to finally look properly.

I've never heard it before. 'Emberborns have long been recognized from birth. The trait emerges more frequently in a minority of Omega families, and this divine mark is often passed from parent to offspring. Emberborns were once believed to have been chosen by the goddess, as their ability to lead, support, and care for others is innate and unwavering. Their sense of justice is enhanced, and though excessive kindness and generosity are displayed from those with this trait, they have the right amount of ruthlessness expected from a leader.

If I ever found out who he was, I'd confront him directly and make sure he realized just how badly he’d messed up. I couldn't help but think in a twisted way, his rejection was, in a way, a blessing. It gave me the opportunity to have someone so sweet and delicate by my side. Ember was fragile, so soft that even the slightest prick could bring her pain. If that insensitive fool had taken her in, would he have genuinely cared for her? She deserved love, warmth, and sunshine. Without it, she would fade away, and the thought of that sent a chill through me.

I was not even going to talk about my love life. It hit me then, during that trip, that I had felt like someone was tagging along, watching over me from afar, yet never showing their face. Marley gave a wry smile. "That's why, on the second day, I started to do what I could to make things right. You actually won a VIP ticket, but I tossed it because he was the one who gave it to you. "I found out your shoe size from him and bought you a pair myself. I really didn't want to bring you here tonight. I heard from a friend that some big shot was planning to set off fireworks where we were headed.

DEX "Coming from you, I can't even begin to imagine what that looks like. Whenever I think we're doing well, you shut down on me and run right back to Caroline." Ember sounded sad as she looked away from me. "Maybe it's best that this is almost over. I shouldn't have let myself get so carried away with this. I don't want you to mate me out of pity, or some sick sense of duty to me." My stomach twisted as she said it was almost over.