The Edge Of Reason Ember Novels & Stories

Facing the camera, I spoke calmly, “No one loves me anymore, and I don’t have the courage to go on living. Fine. You can all just think of me as weak, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure to record everything. Even if I die, I won’t let them get away with it.” In the video, I crouched by the shore of Exile Island, holding a sharpened piece of bamboo. Again and again, I struck it against a rock. My hands soon became a bloody mess, but I felt nothing. It was as if I had gone completely numb. Someone in the audience cried out, “What is Jacob doing, sharpening bamboo like that? He’s not thinking of ending it, is he?” “After everything he’s been through, it wouldn’t be surprising…”

“Raven? What is it?” I press a hand to my chest. Emily. Her bond flares,bright, desperate, hopeful. A vision slams into me, but not like before. This one is blurry, fragmented, like trying to watch a movie through fogged glass. A dark room. A candle. A woman’s voice. Emily’s heartbeat pounding in my ears. I gasp. “She’s trying to escape.” Liam stiffens. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” My voice shakes. “Something’s happening. Something big. But… something’s blocking me. I can’t see it clearly.”

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

EMBER The move Zaire had pulled had left everyone speechless or in awe. Now Ember got why he made that rule that if he heard one complaint from either side, Sarte will be in trouble. It was because he would make sure no such thing would dawn on them in the first place. "B-but-"

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

"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.

I hissed inwardly, my mind racing with anxiety. "Selena, I'm guessing it's a Sunflower design." Ember echoed in my mind. I paused for a while, staring at the pieces. "You think so?", I asked still uncertain. "Maybe I'm right," Ember replied, "Just bring those two pieces that are down by your right to the middle, let's see how it goes first." I did as she instructed and to my greatest surprise, it was beginning to make sense, why didn't I think of it since? "Ember, I think you're right", I said, a surge of excitement running through me.

"You think?" “Yes, Aaron. Her name is Ember. People say she’s strange, lives on the edge of a forgotten land. But Anna said she knew things... rare things. Solutions no one else would think of.” He leaned forward, elbows on the desk. “You believe she might help with the crops?” I nodded slowly. “It’s possible. If anyone knows something powerful enough to change our luck, it’s her.” Aaron was quiet for a moment, searching my face. “And you think this sage is still alive? I do not want to put our hopes somewhere false.”

"Walk with me anyway. Just to the fountain court. It won't take long, and I think you'll find it's worth the five minutes." Sera glanced past her, down the corridor toward the classroom she was supposed to be in, and then back at the two girls hovering just behind Cassia's shoulder, silent, watchful, clearly there to witness whatever happened here rather than to speak. She didn't like it. But she'd learned enough in three days at Ember Academy to know that refusing outright, here, in front of an audience, might cost her more than five late minutes ever would. "Fine. Five minutes."

a deep male voice asked from the cell beside us. “I’m Alpha Killian of the Nightshade Pack and I’m here because he wants my mate,” I told the unknown person. “Why?” he asked. “Because Ember is the most powerful fire elemental to walk this planet. Unfortunately, Soren doesn’t understand that he can’t control her by any means. He made himself an enemy and she will kill him for the things he has done to her,” Dusan said, looking into the cell beside me. “You said Ember? A fire elemental?” the voice said again.