Novel & Cerita Tarnished Embers

Tears welled up, and she turned and fled down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hardwood fading into the distance. Lucas stared at the empty doorway, the echo of his own voice ringing in his ears. A wave of guilt washed over him, mixing with the hot anger that had been simmering all night. He took another swig, then another, and another. He lost count of how many bottles he emptied. The room started to spin, the edges blurring. He pushed himself to his feet, the world tilting precariously. He lurched forward, his hand outstretched, searching for something to hold onto.

Then she left the country, vowing never to return. Yvan said it as if it were nothing. However, I knew Wren's fiery spirit; she must have blown up at him.

Nevertheless, others heard what she said. Soon, everyone started whispering. The TV presenter who was interviewing Elle turned to her co-worker "Did I hear right? She said Ethan Cephas is a ghost. Does she mean ghost in a dark world or another way of calling him invincible?" "Of course, I heard what she said. Everyone did, but then, it might be her way of calling him invincible since this is the first time he's making his presence known" Her co-worker whispered back.

Cruel? Ember slowly leaned closer, her eyes glowing with cold fury. “Cruel?” she whispered. “If I were cruel, you wouldn’t even be standing here talking to me.” The room fell into dead silence. No one dared to speak. Ember straightened and turned toward Issac. “Let’s go.” “Yes, Madam.” “And ow with me serving tires with the Robin's family that also means am taking back all the wealth and company that originally belongs to my mother.“

I cracked open the box and poured the brilliant powders—ruby red, sapphire blue, emerald green—over the wreckage of my canvases. "Now, it all goes back to dust." "Don't!" Damien yelled. "We can get that restored!" "Restored?" I pulled a lighter from my pocket. "You still don't get it. Some things, once they're broken, stay broken." The flame licked the oil-soaked mess. It went up in an instant. The whole pile was burning. Orange light filled the garage, a wave of heat washing over us. The wooden frames twisted into black skeletons. The stretched canvas curled and vanished into ash.

Tino looked up, confused. Dominic’s voice was ice. “Let the boy live. Let him limp. Let him speak. Let everyone see what it costs to take from me and breathe after.” Tino collapsed, sobbing. The other two didn’t scream. They didn’t get the chance. It was quick. Efficient. Clean. Dominic turned away before the final blows landed. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. He walked toward the exit as the blood pooled behind him. Just before stepping into the night, he spoke over his shoulder: “Burn everything they touched.” ---

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the Hawthorne Gallery, casting a golden glow over the artwork on display. Elara stood in the center of the room, taking it all in. This gallery—once a symbol of her family’s wealth and legacy—had transformed into something far more meaningful. It was now a place of healing, empowerment, and resilience, reflecting the journey she had taken to reclaim her life. But as she looked around the space she had built, Elara realized something: her journey wasn’t over.

A fading one already. Like tidal waves, the timelines battle for supremacy. With flames in her hands, a reincarnation of Emery leaps at her. Another uses luminous wings to protect her. Like stars being formed and then dying all at once, sparks of time ignite around them as they clash. Emery is unable to breathe. Across iterations, her voice reverberates, saying things she may have spoken but never did. "Death both of them." "Preserve him." "Leap." "Leave it alone."

"All this assumes you even make it through the journey." I frowned at her. "What do you mean?" "The place you're going is called Ember Hallow. People have sought answers there, but only a handful have returned. Those who do are often changed, not themselves anymore. Some go mad, others are forever silent. Ember Hallow isn't for the faint of heart. The answers you find might break you, or they might make you. " She shrugged. "You can't know." "I see," I said, turning back to the men and offering them a smile. "And that's what you guys were arguing about, yes?" I asked, the smile still on my face.

How could it be that my chosen mate was wolf less? I took one last stare into her eyes as my stone cold face flashed in disgust as I took a step back. "I'm sorry, I can't accept you as my mate, '' I whispered. The words felt heavier than the sword on my lips but what more could I have said? My heart broke into a million pieces as I watched her withdraw - her heart threatening to jump out of its chambers. Her eyes, once glittering with high expectati ons and longing, now held a shadow of sadness that seemed to engrave her very being.