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.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

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.”

“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!”