Tarnished Embers Novels & Stories

" I forced myself to look away from her breathtaking body and focus on the hand she had outstretched to me and then raised my eyes to meet her gaze, which held no trace of her smile. Her eyes tell a tale opposite the proper, posh princess she was trying to portray. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of emerald with brown honey flakes, told the truth. They radiated hatred, anger, and anguish. They showed shimmers of the need for an adventure, the hope for a new beginning, and when my gaze fully met hers, they showed a flicker of desire, of want. They lit a flame deep within me, an inferno that only she would be able to extinguish if I let her close enough. "Hades," I reply, ignoring her outstretched

Ember pressed, her face illuminated by a flickering light panel overhead, casting her features in harsh relief. "The Ashen Guard." The name tasted like ash on my tongue. "Malagar's elite hunters. We tracked and captured fire-born creatures and anything else with power he wanted." My gaze flicked to Ember meaningfully. "People like you." The mark throbbed again, harder this time. I suppressed a grunt of pain and continued, words tumbling out like stones I'd been carrying too long.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Alpha Cyrus drew his sword from his sheath. My heart was beating, I couldn't die like this. Not now, not here, I had a whole life in front of me. I crawled backward slowly and the guard held me steady. "I find you, Hope Embers, guilty of treason and I hereby sentence you to death by beheading under the full moon in two days time." My heart fell to the pit of my stomach.

When Ember finally arrived, she hurriedly parked her car in-between some trees, to keep it away from sight, looking around to make sure, no one was secretly watching, she ran towards the direction of the mansion Her knees felt weak below her, as she saw, the state of her family house. The condition of it was beyond anything she could have imagined. The once-beautiful estate, with its pretty gardens and elegant architecture, was now reduced to an abandoned site, filled with ashes. Ember’s heart ached and her body whimpered, as she took in the scene, the reality of her loss hitting her like a physical blow. ~~~Ember~~~ "Ember" a voice called out, breaking me from my daze. I turned around to se

Thea asked, lifting her arms as the measuring tape flew toward her and wrapped around various parts of her body. "At least one is trained," Rosa muttered, and I gritted my teeth together to keep from baring them at her. "Ember will need silver," Kade called to Rosa, who pursed her lips as she glared at me. "Mhm. I figured she would be tainted." If I heard that word one more time, I would lose my mind. "I am not some food that has been contaminated, and I would appreciate it if you all would stop calling me tainted!" I snapped, and Thea gave me a disgusted look, not seeming to like the word either.

The Void Hunters had arrived in force, their presence turning the sky into a writhing mass of anti-light that hurt to look upon directly. The assault began, striking first at the Realm of Embers, a world where phoenix-folk had dwelt for millennia, their cities carved from crystallized flame and their culture built around eternal renewal. I watched from Hollowshade's mirror-pool, the scrying surface rippling with images of unspeakable devastation as flames that had burned for ten thousand years were swallowed whole in moments, leaving only a bleak, echoing silence that stretched across continents.

Someone whispers my name. I keep it. Ember. --- POV: Araya The pyre collapsed into glowing embers silver and gold fading into one shared heartbeat. When Araya lifted her hand, the last spark drifted upward, threading through the air and sinking into the baby’s chest. It vanished beneath her skin. The Hollowflame flickered once in her eyes white and gold rimmed with a breath of void. Every wolf saw it. Every priestess felt it. Every mortal understood. Something new had begun.

He artificially inflated the enthalpy (ΔH), ignoring the catastrophic rise in systemic entropy (ΔS). "We call them Brass-Embers," Malakor announced weeks later, holding up a stone encased in a thin filigree of cheap metal. It glowed with a harsh, flickering, yellow-green light. "They produce the exact same thermal output as the Nightfang's currency. But they require no bond, no blood, and no loyalty." "But sir," the engineer hesitated. "The entropy... without the biological 'Heat Sink' of the Ash-Walkers to stabilize the reaction, the Brass-Embers leak raw, unfiltered thermal radiation. It's a toxic byproduct."

Most of her turned to ash, but one tiny ember remained. It hovered above the ashes, glowing red, pulsing like a heartbeat. The very last spark of her eternal flame. I lunged through the fire and caught it with my bare hands. It burned me—seared my palms until the flesh blistered and blackened. But I didn't let go. I pressed it against my chest, right over my heart, and whispered: "I'll keep you safe. I'll bring you back." That ember—small as a grape, warm as a dying coal—became everything.