Tarnished Embers Book Novels & Stories

“We fight.” In the Shadows Ignis stood in the dark. Watching through fire. He had seen everything. Lycan’s death. Zuri’s grief. Daisy’s pain. He smiled. “Let them gather. Let them burn with hope.” He turned to the white-haired girl—**Ember**. “Soon,” he said. “The child will come to me. And when she does… she will burn this world to ash.” Rosa’s POV They told me Lycan was gone.

Ember says, and I hear footsteps retreating from the library doorway. I mask my scent as they walk away. I didn’t want them to know I was listening in on their conversation, so I unmasked my scent. It’s confusing, but my real scent isn’t the one they all know. It's my masked scent. Except for my mate, none of them can tell I'm the same person when my scent is masked and unmasked. It’s a gift and a curse. Opening my book, I continue to read, hoping to finish this chapter before Ember finds out I am around. ***

“Esmerelda is not responsible for what happened to Melanie. Nor is she a police officer who is required to investigate what happened. She’s a guest in this house just like the rest of you. I would appreciate your consideration in this matter.” Ignoring the open glowering and snide remarks that were being whispered about me and my association with the very coveted Lance Northrup, I closed my eyes to see if I could get an impression from the house as to what happened. All I could get were the words, ‘The other side of the mirror.’ They made absolutely no sense to me, even though they sounded in my head over and over again. Frustrated and irritated, I walked to the far side of the room, a

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

I didn’t expect her to. Inside, the air was heavy and damp, and the scent of rot clung to every surface. The floor was littered with debris, broken tiles, shattered wood, and fragments of stone. Ember leaned against one of the sturdier walls, her arms crossed, her golden eyes sharp as they tracked my every movement. She was evaluating me, as she always did, weighing her chances of survival against the risk of staying close. “This is your big fucking plan?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hide in a crumbling shack and hope they just…go the away?”

“I thought I’d lost you again.” “You didn’t,” she replied gently. “I just… I needed time to gather myself. I’m still waking up. But I’m here now.” I chuckled softly. “what’s your name?” “Ember. I wanted you to know it when the time was right.” “It suits you,” I murmured, thinking of how she had been nothing but a faint presence all my life—hidden beneath layers of suppression and silence. “Like a tiny ember left after everything burned. Quiet but still alive… and now, slowly flaring to life.”

“It wants the ember! It’s always wanted the ember!” The truth snapped through me, sharp as the heat blistering my arms. The ember wasn’t just light. It wasn’t just Kieran’s curse or gift, it was something stolen, something the forest had been clawing for all along. I pressed my forehead to his, voice breaking. “If it takes you, it wins.” His lips moved, trembling, the sound almost lost in the roar. “…Then we burn it.”

The early morning fog blanketed Ember Hollow like a veil of mourning. Ash clung to every leaf, and the ruins of the chapel smoldered still, a scar on the village's sanctity. The fire that had ravaged it hadn’t merely burned timber and stone—it had scorched truths, hidden old sins, and unsealed whispers buried for generations. As dawn broke with a bleeding sky, Isabella stood at the edge of the rubble, her eyes rimmed red, her heart thundering.

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.