The Crone Of Midnight Embers Novels & Stories

Without even realizing it, I touched the ruby brooch at my collar. It was a present from Edwin. However, the most important thing about it was the tiny camera Edwin had put in there himself. I watched Shirley, lost in her daydreams, with a cool look, and a small smile crept onto my face. She couldn't possibly think I was still the same silly girl she bullied and lied about on Christmas Eve, unprepared for her tricks, could she? After laughing to her heart's content, Shirley opened an app, started a livestream, and tearfully claimed I had lost my mind and was out to get her.

Using all my strength, I raised the heavy rock. Just then, a large snake approached, and my heart thudded loudly. Stretching out my hands, I unleashed fire that engulfed the creature. Clutching my chest, I caught my breath. Next, I unlocked the padlock with the key and pushed the door open. It let out a faint creak as I stepped inside, my eyes widening in awe. The interior resembled an ancient library, filled with diamonds, gold, and witch's gemstones glittering throughout the room. Countless books lined the shelves.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

////////////////////////////////////////////// POV(FIONA), I walked down straight to the beach in my uniform heading to the serving point, darkness had took over the day and the moon came to light it up, it was a full moon tonight, and it was somewhat special. I smiled at the amazing view of the tents, the tents were arranged with ranks, the first one was for the Alpha, the second for the Beta, the third for the Zeta's, the fourth for the Gammas, the fifth for the delta and I wouldn't call the last one, a rank, but I'll say it anyway, the Omega's tent since it was our serving center, the tents were half filled, and we expected more guests. The higher-ups were clanking their cups of wine whil

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

"The Crone hid this place," Isolde said, her voice trembling as she traced glyphs in the air. "Her magic reeks here-grief and rot." Eden knelt beside the fissure, the Crone's mark on his chest throbbing in time with the grove's eerie pulse. Rhydian hovered close, his usual swagger replaced by a coiled stillness. "It's *calling* to me," Eden murmured. "Like it wants me to jump in."

“The Flame Archives were buried after the Ember War—when the fire mages burned too hot and nearly ruptured the world’s core. It’s been dormant since.” “Until now,” Marcus muttered. “Because we lit a furnace that made the mountain stir.” Emma paused at the cliff’s edge. Below, nestled like a heart in stone, sat a massive obsidian dome half-swallowed by time, vines, and solidified magma. The entrance was sealed by a circular iron door, blackened and rune-marked. It pulsed faintly. Alive. Waiting. --- The Sealed Door They descended into the basin and stood before the gate. Emma placed her palm against the center sigil. Heat pulsed beneath her skin, reacting to her Ember Heart. The runes around

“The fire whispered it to me. This one... carries something darker. Not evil. But dangerous. Ancient.” Link Ember wasn’t here as an enemy. Not anymore. We’d seen what she sacrificed during Logan’s trial. We didn’t forget. But trust was a slow-blooming thing, and every word out of her mouth made my shoulders coil tighter. “You’re sure?” I asked. Ember nodded once. “I saw a throne of bone. A cradle carved from obsidian. The moon turned black as pitch. And your child stood in the center... commanding it all.” I saw Lilly flinch, but she didn’t back down.

I use my better judgement and hold off until I get to the casino. Forty-five minutes later I’ve checked into my room and am now getting my belongings organized for the night. I don’t plan on leaving the room, so I start the shower and turn on my portable speaker. I sit on the bathroom floor that is now covered in the extra pillows from the bed and let the sound of water and music sooth me. I let my head fall back against the wall and start trying to unravel the emotions that have me on edge. As my emotions rise, I feel my eyes start to blur from the tears that are building up inside of them. I take a deep breath to calm myself and then I open a bottle of Martini-Rossi and light a cigarette.

The ritual circle was not so much drawn as remembered. Its lines cut deep in the soil with a blade that sang with old magic, each of its nine runes filled with the blood of a woman who’d lived too many lives under too many names. Storm ash dusted the lines, swirling whenever the wind dared to creep over Emberhold’s battlements. It was a night of no moon, and the air trembled as if the sky itself feared what was about to unfold. Seren entered the circle barefoot.