Tarnished Embers Book Novels & Stories

“I’ve already been broken. What’s left now is the part that learned how to survive the fire.” Vera said nothing at first. She only watched Emereah’s fingers as the ember flickered and pulsed, alive with something ancient. The fire didn’t consume her. It clung to her like breath. “You speak like the flame is your ally,” Vera said softly, stepping forward. “But even fire leaves scars.” Emereah’s eyes didn’t move from the horizon. “I’ve bled for every scar. And I’ve named them.” “Named them?” Emereah nodded once. “My father. My mother. The warriors of Crescent Silver Moon Fang. The girls they slaughtered. The mates they silenced. I carry them all.”

Erya fell on the ground with a thud and there came a point where she opened her eyes but never got to close them again on her own. Cia's glossy eyes flooded with tears by watching another person turning lifeless before her. Why did their love have to cost them so many lives? Why was it tainting them so badly? Shutting her eyes, she buried herself in his arms. Zale, whose eyes were fixed on Erya's soulless eyes, finally darted towards Cia when she caged him firmly. A vulnerable sigh escaped from his mouth because now he himself didn't know that was that game of getting tainted with the blood of their closed ones was ever going to end or it was going to end only with their own blood?

Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

I knew I was safe, I could finally rest knowing I had found Orion. "Hope Embers, I see you're still alive," Orion said. "Men, chain and throw this traitor in the dungeon. Make sure she doesn't receive any medical attention." My blood turned cold instantly.

A fading one already. Like tidal waves, the timelines battle for supremacy. With flames in her hands, a reincarnation of Emery leaps at her. Another uses luminous wings to protect her. Like stars being formed and then dying all at once, sparks of time ignite around them as they clash. Emery is unable to breathe. Across iterations, her voice reverberates, saying things she may have spoken but never did. "Death both of them." "Preserve him." "Leap." "Leave it alone."

“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.”

The stillness in the barracks felt suffocating. The once lively atmosphere, filled with the laughter and camaraderie of my friends, had become a stark void of unease and unspoken words. I lay in my bunk, my body throbbing from the injuries I sustained in the attack. The physical agony was manageable; it was the emotional chasm that left me feeling desolate. My gaze drifted across the room, fixing on Ember engrossed in a book. "Ember," I called softly, wincing as I propped myself up. "What's happening?"

Resting in her palm was a single ember. Not hot. Not cold. Just waiting. > “Then take this,” she whispered. “The flame they called forbidden. The one they were too afraid to name.” — The Flame’s Question Azriel reached for the ember. The eighth flame in his chest pulsed once, steady and warm, like a hand on his back saying: yes. And the ember didn’t flare—it opened. The sky outside split—not in fury, but in invitation. The boy jolted awake, his breath catching like a note in a broken song.

“The fire whispered it to me. This one... carries something darker. Not evil. But dangerous. Ancient.” Link Ember wasn’t here as an enemy. Not anymore. We’d seen what she sacrificed during Logan’s trial. We didn’t forget. But trust was a slow-blooming thing, and every word out of her mouth made my shoulders coil tighter. “You’re sure?” I asked. Ember nodded once. “I saw a throne of bone. A cradle carved from obsidian. The moon turned black as pitch. And your child stood in the center... commanding it all.” I saw Lilly flinch, but she didn’t back down.

Someone whispers my name. I keep it. Ember. --- POV: Araya The pyre collapsed into glowing embers silver and gold fading into one shared heartbeat. When Araya lifted her hand, the last spark drifted upward, threading through the air and sinking into the baby’s chest. It vanished beneath her skin. The Hollowflame flickered once in her eyes white and gold rimmed with a breath of void. Every wolf saw it. Every priestess felt it. Every mortal understood. Something new had begun.