The Crone Of Midnight Embers Novels & Stories

"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 embers inside it had dimmed. But not died. She knelt. And said quietly: “Then let him come. I’ve unlearned fear.” That night, the mountain beneath Emberhold breathed once. Just once. A sound like a groan folded in on itself. Like bones sighing beneath mountains. The wolves stirred in their sleep, ears twitching, bodies tense. The moonflowers withered, not browned, but folded, as if hiding from something they once bloomed to greet. And beneath Seren’s throne, in a line of stone older than the citadel itself, a single hairline crack split the floor.

Each pulse of her footsteps sent a shimmer of life through them, and some of them glowed faintly as she passed. When she finally emerged into a chamber, it was not what she expected. The Cradle of Cinders was not a place of rage or fury. It was a nursery. Warm. Silent. Sacred. A great sphere of fire floated at the center, beating like a heart. Around it, hundreds of small figures slept in embryonic shells of molten crystal—spirits, or perhaps ancestors, not yet reborn. And beside the fire stood a figure cloaked in obsidian robes, their face hidden.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

"Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after." Alessandro Present: after 3 years At this time Alessandro is already 25 *Alarm going off* I am alarmed by what is happening, I wasn't also prepared for the impending chaos waiting for me when the darkness arises.

They’d seen thousands of beautiful women throughout their lifetimes, and still, none were enough to peak their interests. A petite redhead female knelt before them. She really wasn’t much. She looked like she had just a little too much time in the sun. Her skin was bronzed, and the patches on her cheeks proved she worked too many long days. “Masters.” She bowed her head. “I am Aurora of the Chimarian Tribe.” Chimeras were interesting creatures, but monstrous. After the discovery of the tribe, the immortals banded together to make them outcasts. They were abominations to the closed minded, but miracles to those that sought chaos. The Triad were neither.