The City Of Ember Pdf Novels & Stories

Sunlight fell across the colorful landscape of Cascade Valley. Though traces of the pain from Cora's divorce still lingered in her eyes, what dominated was her anticipation for a new life. Having just ended her failed marriage, Cora set foot on this land full of mystery and tranquility. Upon arriving in Rosewood, a city known for its year-round mild weather and abundant gardens, she was greeted by warm sunshine and vibrant flowers. She strolled through the streets and alleys. A gentle breeze brushed her hair. Colorful flowers swayed gracefully along the roadside.

The sun rose over Ember Hollow like a pale whisper, struggling through ash-colored clouds. A stillness hung in the air—not peace, but the kind of silence before a storm swallows a city whole. Every soul that remained in the resistance felt it. Today would be the day their world broke, or was remade.

About Ember. The air itself seemed alive with laughter, clinking cups, and the hum of voices weaving together like music. My nose twitched as wave after wave of aromas reached me—roasted meats, fresh bread, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Ember stirred within me at once, pressing against my consciousness, her excitement flooding me like sparks dancing along my skin. Meat, she purred, her hunger mixing with mine until I almost laughed aloud.

"Can you read any of it?" "Some." He turned another page, and another, and then stopped, his breath catching audibly in the quiet library. "Here. This survived." Sera looked where he pointed, and even in the dim light, even with half the page scorched black and unreadable, one line remained clear, ink dark and certain against the ruin around it. The old fire does not burn the world. It burns the lies. "What does that mean?" Sera's voice had dropped to barely more than breath. "The old fire, that's what you called mine before, isn't it? The Founder's fire?"

My whole body felt overheated now. Was THIS what Ember had been looking through before? Had she actually read this insanity already? Did she know what those diagrams looked like? Did she— The doors creaked open. Ember stepped back in, her cheeks flushed, looking adorably flustered and entirely too innocent for someone who had just lied through her teeth. I stared at her. She froze halfway to the table, blinking at my expression. “Is everything ... alright?" she asked carefully. I opened the book again without thinking and shoved it towards her, pointing at one particularly detailed illustration.

The air shivered, not from terror, but from a recognition that was older than memory. Seren closed her eyes and heard it: not a voice, not a threat, but a promise written in the marrow of her bones. Unmake him. Or be unmade. She opened her eyes. And the world had changed. She walked into the heart of Emberhold, where the great Flameheart burned. For a long moment, she watched the fire twist and roar, the only sound in the endless silence. The city’s dreams weighed on her shoulders, dreams of peace, dreams of vengeance, dreams of a future she was now being dared to defend.

The night went still again. Ember stood there for a long moment,cold and shaking, feeling all the rises from her skin, she pressed her hand against the window glass. Recalling the words again “He’s not gone”. The words echoed in her head over and over until her pulse began to hit painfully against her ribs. When she finally lay herself down, she didn’t realize she was crying until she tasted salt from her middle lips. Darius’s POV

Dalilah's camera clicked before her feet had finished materializing, the flash catching the crystal spires in a burst of reflected light that made them look like they were already photographing themselves. "This is not the Wastelands," she said, and her voice carried the weight of someone who had memorized the Council's descriptions and was now watching them crumble. "The Council called these lands cursed. Barren. Uninhabitable." "The Council called them what they needed the world to believe," I replied. "They gave me garbage and expected me to drown in it. I chose to build a city from the refuse." Emberlyn's mouth opened, closed, opened again, her worries rendered meaningless by a city that

Ember The dream I had that night was sort of foggy. I saw my mother. She was walking towards a light. In that light, I could see my father's face. "Mom" I called out. She reached dad and then turned around and looked at me, emotionless. A tear fell down her face though, and dad reached out of the light to wipe it off. " Run Ember. Run as far and as fast as you can. Go to Miami. He will not follow you there" , my mom said before stepping into the light with my dad and the light faded. I was soon in utter darkness and I heard a voice behind me in Ryder's voice.

She had said. And Ethan? She didn't know what happened to him. She had thought he was adopted, but when she found the note that was beside her dead mother, she was shocked beyond words. Words couldn't describe how she felt after reading the note. In the note Ethan left, it read, 'Don't Always Think That Everyone Wishes You Well. This Is Only The Beginning'. It was written with blood smeared on the paper. She couldn't understand what was happening. She tried comforting herself that it wasn't Ethan, but his handwriting was there bold and clear.