The Edge Of Reason Ember Novels & Stories

It was a video, grainy, like it had been recorded in haste. Ember stared into the lens. Her face was bruised, but her eyes burned bright. “My name is Ember. I was created by Ash Phoenix as his final weapon. But I am not him. I don’t want war. I don’t want destruction. I want truth. I want family.” She paused. “Alma Sterling if you’re watching this, I need your help.” Ezra exchanged a look with Alma. “This could be bait.” Roman agreed. “Or a trap.”

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

Deep breaths, calming slow deep breaths. Let’s look around to see if there is anything we can use for our escape, Artemis suggested trying to snap Ember out of her thoughts. Ember nodded and took a few more calming breaths before standing again and taking in the room more carefully. There was a plush lounge chair in the corner beside the curtains with a small table beside it and a lamp, and a small bookshelf lined with books beside that. In the other corner was a dark wooden desk and a comfortable-looking chair in front of it. Ember went to the desk and routed through it to see if there was anything she could use. She knew it wasn’t likely that Quinten used this desk for working but she had

Elliot cautions so I keep my fists to myself “There is really no need to kick up a fuss about this” ember says with tears welling up in her eyes “It’s just a picture of my sister, we can remove it” Ember says, giving in to his demand. “Why are you patronizing this bastard?” Eden retaliates angrily, pulling Ember to herself. “It is obvious that you really want Olive's picture in that spot, so why are you dancing to this bastard's tune like marrying him is a do or die affair” Eden asks Ember the same question in my mind.

She scrambled out of bed and frantically turned on the lampshade on her nightstand. “Oh, damn!” Ember winced as she inspected her palm which was almost charred. She remembered the explosion. She was almost hit by the flying debris from the fire. “What happened?” She asked herself. She was still breathing hard and her heart was beating crazy. “That wasn’t a dream.” Ember knew that fire was real and she was there. The creature was real. She looked outside the window and she couldn’t smell any smoke. There’s no fire but why was her palm burned? Where did she get it?

Ember turned away. Stared at the sealed wall marked: E-CLASS FINAL FILE Her reflection ghosted in the glass. Her face. Beta’s precision. Morrow’s calm. Solene’s grief. All of them. And then… She holstered the gun. Turned back to Morrow. “You’ll never be me,” she said. “I know,” Morrow replied. “But I’ll remember you,” Ember said quietly. “That’s what you wanted, right?” Morrow’s face flickered. The closest she had ever come to emotion.

Ember. The woman moved through the space with a kind of haughty confidence, her eyes scanning everything in sight. There was an unsettling air about her—something that blended arrogance with underlying insecurity. It was like watching a storm roll in, always on the verge of breaking, and Bella couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before Ember’s volatility exploded again.

"Is it because I'm so worthless in your eyes that even the things I like are beneath you?" I smashed, I destroyed, and then, I screamed. For the first time, I saw shock in Damian's eyes. His furrowed brow softened. He reached out to grab me, but the first thing out of his mouth was, "Elara, calm down. You're an adult. When are you going to learn to control your emotions?" I looked at him with heartbreak. My breakdown, my outburst, my self-doubt were all just me failing to control my emotions to him.

"The emergency hearing is set for Thursday. That gives us two days to prepare everything." "What are our odds?" Camila asked quietly. "Honestly. Not the reassuring version." Priya considered the question carefully before answering, which I appreciated more than an easy platitude would have earned from me. "Honestly, I think we win the emergency motion. It's thin, and thin motions rarely succeed on their own merits. But I won't pretend Alessia hasn't surprised us before. If she has a witness we don't know about yet, our odds change considerably, and not in our favor."

**Lila POV** The library after school was usually the one place where I could disappear to and feel safe. No drama. No weird conversations or me pretending I wasn’t confused about everything happening around me. But today, it wasn’t working. I was sitting in the corner with my math textbook open, staring at the same problem for what felt like forever. The numbers were starting to look like a different language to me and every time I tried to focus, my brain went somewhere else. Back to the cabin. The way Mason looked at Ezra like he was so terrified of losing him, and the way Kai acted like everything was cool with him even though I could tell it really wasn’t.