Tarnished Embers Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

“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.

“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.

"That Celeste broke something in you that never healed, and now any damaged woman with a sob story can manipulate you into destroying yourself. Is that what this is? Are you trying to save Ember because you couldn't save Celeste? Because you killed your actual fated mate and now you're overcompensating with someone else's trash?" The word trash rips at something dangerous inside me. Someone else's trash. Like Ember is refuse. Like she's less than human. Like the woman who survived years of abuse and lost her baby and still found the strength to stand in front of that council and tell the truth is worthless because a man like James decided she was.

*Tanner* The acrid smell of smoke mixed with the scent of charred wood hung heavily in the air, clinging to my lungs like a dense fog. The pack grounds were unrecognizable. Once a vibrant hub filled with laughter and life lies in ruins, silhouetted against the pale morning sky, an ash-covered graveyard of memories. I stood at the edge of what used to be the central meeting hall, a gaping maw of darkness where laughter once echoed. The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings.

He does his best. “Citizens of Ember City, the boy that stands before you is Lance Lace. He and his brother and father have been found guilty of treason and are sentenced to death by hanging. We saw the death of Nick yesterday and today we see Lance and tomorrow Frank Lace will join his sons.” The crowd once again boos and calls out "They are innocent" as they had with his brother. “Any last words?” The boy is so scared and isn’t brave like his brother. He just cries and shakes his head no.

Vengeance is for God. She knows that. But for once, she wants to try it so bad. In time, rumors will fly through new skies. In time, all of the thousand cuts will be just some scars, and a million little stars will be align for a brand new start. Change is inevitable, but it is either for better or for worse. It will come and break through even in hardly-constructed fences, just like how Reiner and Bertholdt invaded the walls in the popular anime named Attack on Titan. But for her, how come that hatred and pain seems so odd and unbreakable that it will last forever? Mary Emily Trañilla can only wish that it will vanish like how the Beast Titan killed the soldiers headed by Captain Erwin Smit

“You won’t win by matching her. You’ll win by being what she’ll never understand.” “What’s that?” He leaned closer. “Human.” Ember steps into the underground weapons vault and stands in the center. She lights the match and drops it into a bucket filled with her old Vairo uniforms. They go up in flames crimson, crackling, smoking like hell’s breath. Lucien watches from the shadows. When she turns to him, her eyes aren’t soft. They’re sharp. Wet with grief. Carved by fire. “You just burned your past,” Lucien says. “No,” Ember replies. “I buried my ghost.”