Tarnished Embers Novels & Stories

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

If only I had not hesitated to plan this through if I had saved her earlier. Our baby! And my redemption would have been alive, it was gone before it was able to form fully. I passed by the mirror, my reflection gazed back at me. Loath seethed beneath my skin. I couldn't bear the sight of myself, the longer I stared the more burning intense feeling to ruin everything became. A hiss of pure anguish erupted from my throat as my fist made heavy contact with the mirror. I didn't want to see that person which was me. The pieces of the mirror flew around, making shattering noises.

I started each word released being a drop of water to burning anxiety. "They will never see your pure beauty because they're blinded by ignorance and stupidity. Is it really that bad? Isn't love something that should be treasured? What I feel for roses is more than just pleasure, it's emotions that cannot be measured. They scream it's just a phase that I will grow out of one day. They throw words of hate and then laugh at my pain, nobody is the same and how I feel cannot be changed. They say they don't acknowledge nor do you accept but I must live for myself," I finished the sound of applause earning a small sigh for me as I said a thank you removing myself from the spotlight, immediately ma

The wings were not wings as Samuel’s were, like those of a bat covered in black membrane, rather Ember’s wings were those of fire, the flickering flame generating enough heat to lift the ends of her long red hair. “Ember’s got her wings back,” Aislen announced to her men as they joined her on the wall. She could see Samuel pressed back against the wall of the house; his skin smeared with soot so that he blended into the shadow. “Oh, wow,” Cameron’s jaw dropped. “Destroyed the garden.” It was true. The plant life within the walled garden was crumbling into ash. “Killed the car,” Talen added ruefully. The 4WD they’d arrived in showed scorch marks that had bubbled the paintwork on the bonnet an

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.

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

It shimmered like heat seen through water. “This is a Hearthglass,” she explained, setting it carefully on the ground between them. “It was used in older Ember cultures—pre-Sterling eras—to reflect fire memories. Sometimes, firebinders forgot their most formative burns. This pulls echoes from their cells, blood, voice, even bone.” Emma frowned. “But if Irsi truly destroyed the memory—” “She didn’t,” Sarah cut in. “She twisted it. Muddied the link.” Steve nodded. “Which means the ember inside you still remembers. Even if your mind doesn’t.”

Smith didn't work on Fridays June didn't have to babysit the Smith twins which was so relieving but that meant little cash too much to June's dismay. She took a sharp turn around the corner down the road where large and lighted letters came to life. MARS. Just like the planet or just like the month itself in French. Music was buzzing throughout the entire place by the time she entered through the back door. Meaning she was late and they've opened. "Just about damn time." A voice snapped and June flinched as she prayed that today wouldn't probably be her last day. "I'm so sorry Lucy. There's this thing that came up and it was so important I couldn't leave it unattended." June says.

"Blaze, huh? That's a nice name. But… do you think I'm just a useless phoenix?" Before I could answer, he kept going. "Raven used to say I was worthless, and all I did was make her hotter and more miserable, unlike Snowviper. "She said I ruined her life. She plucked out my feathers one by one. She stabbed me with needles, snapped my beak with pliers, and broke my wings. Then she threw me outside to die. Am I really nothing compared to Snowviper? Why did you choose me? Why would you want a useless phoenix like me?"

The soil remembers its blood. She lifted a hand and the world around them twisted— Fire. Screams. The mountain cracking like bone under pressure. Wolves tearing into wolves. Humans fleeing the forest. And the sky above—bleeding silver light, torn by shadow. In the center of it all, Ember saw herself. Her child. Asher. Julian. Vivianne. Even Aiden. All caught in a storm they couldn’t stop. **EMBER (shaken)** Tell me how to stop it.