Shadow In The Ember Series Novels & Stories

“Emeric is what Anton and his father call a shadow spy, only a few even know we have these types of spies,” “And a shadow spy is?” I asked before anyone else could, my hands comforting my pregnant self and although I felt mad Emrys never told me about any of this, I decided to take a deep breath and reason with myself… Maybe he has an explanation as to why he never told me any of this.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over campus, Charlie, Maya, Ethan, and Liam gathered in their secret hiding place, the old abandoned hedge garden behind the science building. The air was thick with anticipation; they had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The four friends had been diligently gathering information about the plot against the werewolf king, and now they were ready to share their findings with Jessica.

I could see sympathy and helplessness in her eyes as she apologised. When I heard Ember's name again, I was caught off guard, unable to react at first. I sat there, frozen, for what felt like ages. I couldn’t understand why her presence still haunted my life. She had been a weak, stubborn human. Yet, over time, I started to realise that her place in my heart was slowly changing. She felt like a curse sent by the Moon Goddess. Always able to torment me effortlessly. If the secret I’d buried deep inside ever came to light, my peaceful life would crumble in an instant.

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

THE SHADOW BRIDEThe next few days slip into each other, a blur of routine and unsettling moments. I should have known this marriage wouldn’t be normal. It’s never been normal, not since the moment I stepped into Camille’s shoes. But it’s not just the family or the house that feels wrong—it’s Elias. Every time he’s near me, it’s like a storm brewing in the distance. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his words are clipped, laced with something I can’t place. Guilt? Anger? Maybe both.

he called at Emily. “Are you crazy man what if it kills her” Kiran called. “I remember I read something about it so trust me I know what am doing,” he said and I watched as Emily walked toward the shadow. I could hear her heart beating fast. She was scared, she walked slowly and the rustling of the dead leaves as she moved closer made me anxious about what would happen. She moved towards it and touched the shadow and immediately white light came from within her and the shadow turned from deep black to grey and it bowed down to her.

She moved nearer to the orb. The creatures froze. The ground trembled. Tall columns of light pierced upward from the floor, encapsulating each shadow. The masks cracked, and the shapes under them writhed — not into monsters but into people. The men and women with dark eyes and burnt naked skin. One knelt. “You are her,” he said. “You carry the Ember.” “I have the memory with me,” Serena said. “And I will bring to life what w was lost.”

Memories of her childhood flashed through Ember’s mind as she navigated through the route leading to the secluded mansion. It had always been her sanctuary, a place where she had felt safe and loved. Now, it was nothing more than a desolate reminder of what she had lost. When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion

She had been playing mind games since the moment we met. “I have mastered control. Ember has not. If she does not learn to control it, it will control her in the darkest of ways.” Queen Willow’s explanation left much to be wondered, but my mind was focused on Ember as she drifted back to the center of the lagoon and out of my reach. Terror filled me as I waited for her to be sucked under the surface again, but she didn’t move. “How does one master control of the shadows?” I asked quietly, knowing I wouldn’t like the answer and hoping Ember couldn’t hear our conversation.