The Edge Of Reason Ember Novels & Stories

She knew just how to attract the right person, and her friendly gestures towards everyone captured her attention. “How did your family take it?” Emily asked, nodding her head at the loud music. “I mean, it will be a lot, given the time frame.” “I didn’t give them enough time to process it, Emmy. We’re moving out the day after tomorrow, and that’s it.” “I kind of find you cruel,” Emily added, her voice sounding displeased. “You can’t snatch off a life because you’re afraid he might not come looking for you. You’re afraid you might not move on.”

Dammit, my vagina is getting my brain sidetracked. I attempt to talk things out with her, but she's not listening. The idea of being with our mate temporarily is really hurting our wolf. Ember is a rational wolf; she always considers her words before speaking unlike her human counterpart who speaks first and thinks later. All she desires is what every wolf desires. Their mate. Fed up with the situation, I let out a growl of frustration towards her.

choosing the enemy'' Ember's vision began to tunnel, the edges darkening until everything was a hazt, spinning vortex. Her legs buckled and she crumpled to the ground, her head throbbing. Her mom rushed towards her almost immediately. She lay there, her eyes fluttering closed, a fleeting whispered through her mind. ''Maybe this death...and would that be so bad?'' '' It is peaceful after all'' ********* Ember slowly opened her eyes, groggily taking in her surroundings. She was in her room, the familiar walls and furniture a comforting sight. Her bed, with its soft, white blankets. The room was silent, the only sound her own ragged breathing.

Leo asked. I thought about the fire that had broken through my binding, the ancient fury that had opened its eyes inside me and refused to be extinguished. I thought about Marcus, out there somewhere, still burning with whatever twisted rage drove him, and about how different that kind of fire was from what I wanted to build here. "Ember House," I said slowly, testing the words. "Because an ember isn't the destructive part of a fire. It's what's left after everything burns down — small, but still warm. Still alive. Still capable of starting something new if you're patient with it."

All of this felt like a shitty dream. “Ryker, can you listen to yourself for a minute? Yes, I’m wild, but I’ve never hurt anyone without a reason. Why would I hurt someone I barely knew?” “You researched about her.” “And what?!” Yes—and what? One of his guards had told him that Ember researched about Linda, but according to the time she did her research, it was at night when he had already taken Linda to the hospital. So why was he so angry? Ember was so angry she felt like she could faint. She grabbed a flower vase from the table in the room and threw it angrily to the ground.

CHAPTER EIGHT – “Ember’s Secret” Rowan woke to the faint sound of crackling. At first, she thought it was the fireplace. Then she realized the sound was coming from her desk—where Ember, her flame spirit, hovered, glowing brighter than usual. The tiny fireball floated closer, his light pulsing like a heartbeat. “Ember?” she whispered, pushing herself upright. “What’s wrong?” The spirit didn’t answer in words. Instead, a thin, wavering voice curled into her mind—like whispers carried on smoke.

She smiles back, “Molly’s please, in or out is fine. Whichever’s easier.” Emma nods, and starts moving her hands vertically in a wide circular motion. Emma is a tall thin woman, and a wonderful person to boot. Eliza was so glad she’d chosen to stay when she’d taken over from the last person in her position. Her black curly hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her dark brown skin shimmers in the light of the portal she’s creating.

Ember then took a knife from a nearby table and plunged it right into Emma's heart, killing her. "That's for fucking my mate, bitch", she growled out as Emma died. I watched Ember with surprise as she stood up and looked around. "The next person I find out fucking touches him inappropriately will meet the same fucking fate as this bitch, got it", she said loudly, meeting every eye surrounding us. Her eyes had turned bright blue. The same bright blue from last night. I could hear yeses from shocked club members or yes Luna from pack members all around. How the fuck did she even get here, and did she just claim me in my own domain? Why was I turned on by this? She looked at me in annoyance, an

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.

Another one named Jeremy came in with a bright smile. He was a beautiful lad. He had orange hair, brown bright gazes…. Why does Landon have such beautiful people around him? Are they actually his friends? They seem like individuals from rich families and he seemed a lot happier around them. He came to me with a handshake. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy.” I handshake him as well. “I’m Larisa. It’s nice to meet you too.” Everyone was so freaking nice to me. They all kept practicing for what I couldn’t clearly understand.