Shadow In The Ember Series Order Novels & Stories

***** Author's Note: Next chapter will be the last one. I've been working on a book called "Love Amongst the Shadows" it's in the same universe as these stories and eventually those characters will meet with these. You should be able to find it in the app in the next couple of weeks. I will be working on a book for Eric and Lucy after I finish that one. I hope you've enjoyed Ember's story and I hope you continue to read my books! I really appreciate all your support!!

“It doesn't look like you're fine, and honestly if I were to say something, I'd say you're a better character than I am, I don't know about your current situation, or status or anything, and even if I knew, I'm not sure I know how to solve them, I mean the experience is like a celebrity trying to wash dishes, so whatever it is that you're hesitant to share, i just feel letting it out sometimes will makes you feel light of the burdens.” A better character? I bet she wouldn't say that, if she met Maverick Nightshade, would she still say that when she knew my intentions? When she knew everything Maverick Nightshade touched gets burned to dust? “Yeah, everything is fine when you're so perfect.”

he growled. “Oh, I’m helping,” Ember sing-songed, clearly delighted. I buried my face in my hands. “I hate all of you.” No you don’t, Liora whispered slyly. You want them. You want everything. And soon, you won’t be able to resist. Later, after Ember went to stay at Liam’s and the Shadow Fangs finally left, it was quieter. Just me, Zander, and Rowan. I curled up on the couch under a blanket, still wearing Zander’s shirt, my body aching in ways that felt almost good now.

EMBER Ember’s breath came in sharp, uneven bursts as heat flooded through her skin, making the tangled sheets around her feel suffocatingly tight against her flushed body. The loft lay shrouded in darkness, save for the neon glow that bled through the rain-streaked windows, casting erratic shadows across the walls. Outside, the city thrummed with its restless insomnia, the buzz of distant signs, the hiss of traffic slicing through wet streets, and faint music leaking from some apartment three floors below, yet none of it pierced the intimate bubble enveloping her. In that moment, all that existed was him: Ghost, his body hovering over hers like a broad, solid wall of quiet strength, pressing

Ember blinked, breath catching in her chest. Maela turned to her, eyes suddenly glowing—not with light, but with knowing. “The gift Akira gave you, it lets you feel the threads. The connections. You can sense the wrongness when it comes near. But Asher’s path is not a wrongness. It’s transformation.” “He’s dreaming of shadows,” Ember whispered. “He wakes up in the forest. He says it’s touching him now. That something’s bleeding through.”

Ember *TW: Fun Times ahead, if you’re not interested, you can skip it without missing out on the story line* Everything seemed to happen at once and before she knew it, they were in his car speeding along a road with the airconditioning at full blast on her face. “We’re nearly there, Ember. I know your first heat is the worst, but I’m here with you and you just have to tell me what you want.” He soothed her, while he rested his hand on her thigh.

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

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 trees groaned, their shadows twisting away from his command. “They won’t obey you anymore,” Ember said. “This forest belongs to me.” Then she moved—gods, she moved like lightning. My body leapt forward, the world blurring as her power erupted outward in waves. A massive symbol of moonlight flared under my feet, stretching out to the forest’s edge. It pulsed, sealing every rune we had carved, knitting them together into one great sigil. The light slammed into Kael’s advancing darkness, a sound like thunder hitting the world.

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.