Tarnished Embers Book Novels & Stories

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

That man, she thought and then as if realizing something, she shook her head and dropped the book like it burned her. “Mabel, you’re being foolish again. Of course, he probably gifted countless women with books, jewelry and other expensive stuff to seduce them How typical of you.” “You talking to yourself again, cuz?” Ami’s head suddenly appeared from her door. Startled, Mabel scolded her cousin. “Ami, you must stop this habit of yours eavesdropping. It is very unladylike!” “Oh ho! Since when did you mind me eavesdropping? We both love to eavesdrop, ah, ah do not shake that pretty head of yours.”

There was pain in her voice. Ember’s throat tightened as images of the village filled with dead bodies and blood flashed into her mind. She pushed those thoughts away, she can’t afford to be distracted now. She has to concentrate to be able to unleash her power that her grandmother had locked. “What is that?” Ember referred to the book that Yvette had in hand, though she already had an idea what kind of book it was. Yvette carefully placed the book on her lap as she occupied the couch opposite from Ember. She wiped the dusty surface of the book with her own bare hands.

She raised her staff, and Ember arched her neck up, watching the staff glow. Ember’s soul flickered and wavered again and again as the bones latched onto her body. Not only that but the souls of the wicked latched onto her as well. Their tainted souls merging with her, dragged out from the fog, from the forest and from their homes. Soon, it’s as if she was losing her mind. Her sanity. Her mind was filled with someone else’s memory. Tragic. Dark. Hallow and vain. Vanity. Broken dreams. Her mind was in chaos, filled with swirling, flashing hues of color. “What’s happening –”

Cruel? Ember slowly leaned closer, her eyes glowing with cold fury. “Cruel?” she whispered. “If I were cruel, you wouldn’t even be standing here talking to me.” The room fell into dead silence. No one dared to speak. Ember straightened and turned toward Issac. “Let’s go.” “Yes, Madam.” “And ow with me serving tires with the Robin's family that also means am taking back all the wealth and company that originally belongs to my mother.“

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

Wasn’t I putting my life at risk at this rate? I don’t care anymore, I just want a car to hit me and throw my body into the woods. There is nowhere else for me to go. My loved ones have left me. My life was really a mistake. My parents were right. I should never have been born. Never. I have no hope of living anymore. Everything is falling apart. What did I do to deserve this? Why is everyone abandoning me? Is my life so cruel to me because of something I did in my past life or something? Whatever I did in the past is in the past. It doesn’t have to affect me right now.

“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.