Novel & Cerita Tarnished Embers Book

Someone who abandoned us in this big bad world, someone so selfish. Well I could never understand love in real life, so I turned to my romance novels and I found immense solace in them. I could always relate with the characters and I tried to put myself in their shoes and wonder what I would have done differently if I was in their shoes, other times I just relished every bit of their story. However, nosy overbearing Lydia, whom I still love, decided to rip me off my comfort and throw me into the cold hard night. At last I could hear the sound of music and a scary mansion beaming with wild neon lights was right ahead of us.

“There’s a party tonight! You should come. It’s a party for us outsiders so no awkward stares. No guys being creepier than usual.” “No uncalled-for hatefulness?” Zira finished for her. Aubrey laughed. “Exactly.” They made it to the bottom of the stair and headed toward the elevator. When it opened Zira pulled her book kart out. “Hey, do you know anything about these?’ she held up the pages of book requests she wasn’t able to find. Aubrey took them and looked over them for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t have gotten these. They’re all in the restricted section.” Zira frowned. None of the titles seemed like they should be restricted. They were all about politics, wolf pack hierarchy, and lunar p

The growing flames made the air visible. Shimmering heat rose from the parched ground as the flames approached. The ground burned with embers, coals bright like eyes staring into the souls of the men who tried to stop it. The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. ***

Ember stood on the crumbling balcony of what was once her family’s mansion, the wind cold against her skin as she stared out over their ruined territory. The sight of it still made her angry, this place, once filled with life, was now nothing but decayed. Bloodveil belonged to Thorne now. And inside her… so did a piece of him. Her hand moved to her stomach, the weight of her secret pressing on her heavier than ever. But before she could sink too deep into her thoughts, a voice tore through the silence.

“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.”

I said, willing her to continue. She grimaced as she wrapped a hand around my arm. Her hand felt warm to the touch and I looked into her eyes waiting for the supposed shoe to drop. I didn't feel anything, and couldn't help wondering if this was how the men felt disintegrating into ash in the bookshop before Ember incinerated them. "I'm not burnt to ashes yet," I said thoughtfully looking at Ember's hand clutching around my forearm. She blinked out of shock. "Nothing happened. You are still here…"

Emberlynn said, reaching out to touch it. She froze midway, gazing at Damien, who nodded his approval. "You can," He said. Emberlynn touched the book, her eyes snapping shut involuntarily as she felt the rough texture of the book. "I thought you might appreciate it. You have a curious mind, Ember," Damien whispered, and Emberlynn's eyes opened, smiling at him. He was thoughtful and not as selfish as she believed. "You didn't ask me what the rarest text is called," Damien said as he flipped the pages.

“Yes. You’re a slut, Calista—a dirty whore to be precise. How could you, after everything? I even overlooked your affairs with him in the past and now that it’s my moment, you just have to ruin it.” “I ruined nothing, Emily.” “Signoral!” Signoral screamed, her jaw clenched. “I’m not your silly little Emily. To you now, I’m Signoral Hamilton.” “What?” Calista asked, reflecting on what Ranya said in the elevator a while ago. “Emily is for those who are my family and friends, people I’m equal to and not some desperate lowlife slut!”

The Emberstone might not even respond to you. Xavier stared into the fire. "If I don't try, then Arion wins. Everything he burned was for nothing." Maera shifted. "There's more." She slid a smaller parchment from beneath the first scroll—a hidden note, written in fading crimson ink. "The one who bears the Emberstone must not only carry the flame," she read aloud. "He must confront it. The stone burns away all falsehoods. If your heart is divided… it will turn to ash." The silence that followed was thick and final.

Emberflame. It had not been an ordinary fire. It had been lineage-bound. Glimmering gold, sovereign-defined flame that answered only to blood and crown. It had lived in the marrow of their queen, threaded through her veins like molten inheritance. When she fell—when he had watched her flame gutter and collapse into ash beneath a sky choked with cinders—the Emberflame had died with her. Not weakened. Not scattered. Extinguished entirely. He had felt that ending in his bones, a severing that rippled through the battlefield like the snapping of a divine tether.