Shadow In The Ember Series Order Novels & Stories

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.

Or what may be waiting for us in those hills. Whatever it was… We would face it together. The road straightened into a long ridge, frosted over and breaking through the swelling cliffs like silver embroidery. The Ember Hills cast shadows at strange angles now, dark and coppered, like the earth had been bleeding for years and staining the rocks with its wake. We came around one last curve, and there it was.

“Do you see that?” He narrowed his eyes. “Stay behind me.” We crept toward the light. It flickered softly, like fire — but it wasn’t a normal flame. It floated in the air, a single glowing ember spinning slowly. “It’s her,” I whispered. “I can feel it.” The ember drifted closer, humming faintly, almost like it was breathing. Damon stepped in front of me, claws half out, his eyes flashing gold. “Don’t touch it,” he warned. But before he could move me back, the ember shot forward and touched my chest.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

The air cleared. And Ember wept all over again, but this time, not from rage. From release. Thirty Minutes Later, Inside the Wreckage Seryna and Rhian stood in the broken church nearby, watching Cassia tend to Ember. Neither spoke for a long time. “She looks just like her,” Seryna murmured. “Only sharper,” Rhian replied. “Like a sword version of Cassia.” They both turned as Ember rose slowly, a blanket draped around her shoulders, her steps unsure. Cassia walked beside her like a guide leading a ghost through the land of the living.

she cuts me off. " Dream feels real. Like it really happened or it is going to happen. And, that woman named Minerva is not ordinary. She is a witch and known as the mistress of the shadows that was killed by her aunt named Cassandra or Felicity." she finishes for me “And, the doctor we saw earlier wasn't the doctor but a very special and important shadow named Colton who was the second in command of Minerva."

Matthias shouted to his parents, "Send Katana to my chambers now. Emma is in danger!" Matthias faded and entered their room to find Emma fading fast as a shadow sat upon her with a pillow held upon her head, suffocating her. He knew her heartrate was falling fast, and she was not long for this world. Charging at the shadow, he passed right through and fell upon the floor next to Emma. He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

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.

“We can’t do anything without these things showing up.” Jamie swung his skateboard into his hands, his movements tense. “How many times do we have to teach this lesson?” “These aren’t the same as before,” Callan said, their glowing presence intensifying. “They’re stronger—manifestations tied directly to the spire’s corruption. Be careful.” The first shadow lunged toward Emma, its clawed hand reaching for the relic. Callan intercepted it with a burst of light, scattering the dark form into wisps of smoke. But the other shadows advanced quickly, their movements unnaturally fast and precise.