Tarnished Embers Book Novels & Stories

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?"

*Ember* The days dragged on in the suffocating confines of the breeder’s room. My spirit was fading like a dying ember. Weakness gnawed at me, and my body ached with every movement. The dim light of the day barely illuminated the corners of the room, casting elongated shadows that seemed to mirror my own sense of despair. How long had it been since Lukas last came in and forced me to use the last of my strength? I didn’t know. I couldn’t even count the days by how many times he came in to yell at me.

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.

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,

Right when I scanned my boarding pass and stepped through the gate, he called out, "Lucille, is there really no chance for us?" I did not stop walking. That was the clearest answer I could give him. The flight from Ember City to Cascade City flew by, just three hours. I had never been to Cascade City before. It was chillier than I expected. I checked into the cozy B&B I had booked instead of some fancy hotel. I wanted to feel the pulse of the place.