Tarnished Embers Book Novels & Stories

I leaned in, tilting my chin up defiantly, prepared to take the hit. “Oh, go on, Ember. Hit me,” I taunted, my voice a low, dangerous murmur. “I’ll tell Alpha Thane everything. I’ll let him know how his ‘precious’ Ex-Luna is back to ruin our lives—and maybe even to harm me or my child.” I lowered my gaze to my tummy, rubbing it gently and lovingly, a sneer curling up on my lips before averting my gaze back to her. At that moment, Ember froze, her hand still raised but trembling. The fire in her eyes shifted, replaced by a simmering fury.

“I, Levana Mckenna, accept your rejection.” I fell to the ground just as I heard the mate bond snap. Beta had been secretly monitoring my unexplained blackouts with a sense of concern and understanding. His decision to keep this information to himself assures me of his loyalty and compassion. Even though I had been absent minded during the meeting, I still remembered that the blood moon day was tonight. Alessandro POV

“You are mine now, Emory Lannister. The last wolf born of betrayal. The bridge between blood and shadow. When the sun rises red, you will lead them, and burn the world clean.” And for a moment, Emory had believed him. Since it was the first time in his life that someone did not ask him to be less. So when he saw himself in the broken window of the altar his eyes were no longer golden. They were turning black. Rain had not yet awakened, when the sun had risen. Three days was all that she had been caught between life and non-life, her body still in the debris of the Lannister estate, and her blood burning slightly under her flesh like thin lines of molten metal.

One woman cried as her fingers twisted halfway into claws that wouldn’t fully form. “This shouldn’t be happening,” Gamma whispered. “The Blood Moon has never done this.” Darius rose slowly, his chest heavy. It wasn’t just the moon. It wasn’t just the sky. Something else was stirring. Something old. Something tied to Velise’s warnings. Tied to Ember’s dreams. Tied to the ruins… to the scent that shouldn’t have been there. “Where is Ember?” Gamma asked. “In our room,” Darius said. “She’s safe.”

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

“They think you’re losing it.” “I am losing it. And maybe that’s what it’ll take.” She was quiet, studying me. Then, softly: “We’re with you.” I turned toward her. She held out a small vial. Inside it, a flame flickered. White with specks of gold. Not like any fire I’d seen before. “What is it?” I asked. “Part of the original ember,” she said. “From the Temple of Ashes. From the altar where Azaria first collapsed.”

Red splatters stained the stovetop, my apron, and, worse, my mood. She barely flinched. “Oh, oops. My bad. Brad was just telling me about this villa in..…” “Kimberly,” I said, breathing through my nose so I wouldn’t snap. “You burned dinner.” “It’s not burned, it’s… caramelized,” she said with a breezy wave of her hand, already drifting back toward the living room with her phone. The next day it was the rice, blackened solid to the pot while she paced around the kitchen mid–FaceTime call, gesturing like she was giving a TED Talk.

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.