The Edge Of Reason Ember Novels & Stories

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

I am scared of what might happen next, it's really going to be difficult Dauris, it's going to be very bad if such a thing happens, we all will break, the pack would never be the same again Dauris She looked at me with tears, streaming down her face, I felt so bad for her, I couldn't help it, I drew her close and hugged her, trying to wipe the tears off her face Then she said.. Ember.. Ember holds the key to unlock it all, the one in the dark doesn't know about this, but Ember.. She can save us dauris, from this rage of this darkness that is trying to destroy us... Wait.. firstly, there is no rage of darkness coming any closer, alright, what are you saying, my love, try to be calm, okay, the

“You forget yourself.” “No,” I said quietly, stepping closer. “I just remember what’s real.” The air between us went heavy, thick with unspoken threats. I didn’t care. Not anymore. I turned before I said something that would start a war and left him to his silence. A noise stopped me. Faint, behind one of the chamber doors—a whisper of fabric, a soft hum. I pushed the door open just enough to see. Ember stood before a mirror, tracing glowing runes along her arms. They pulsed red beneath her skin. Her reflection… moved differently. Half a heartbeat late, like it wasn’t hers.

But Ember had her reasons for being here, her own secrets hidden beneath the bruises on her lips. Her once vibrant and lively eyes now reflected a deep sadness, carrying the weight of untold stories. They no longer sparkled with the hope and innocence of youth but held a glimmer of resilience and strength, buried beneath the surface. Ember had experienced hardships that had chipped away at her spirit, yet she refused to let them consume her completely.

Instead, I moved closer. Lena swore and stumbled backward, her survival instincts sharper than mine. "Hail, what the hell are you doing?" I ignored her. The heat pressed against my skin like physical hands, pushing me back. My eyes watered, and my lungs protested with each breath, but I kept moving forward until I reached Ember. Her entire body glowed now, light pulsing beneath her skin in waves that matched her heartbeat. The air around her shimmered, and small objects—screws, dust, a scrap of paper, began to orbit her like tiny satellites caught in her gravity.

Maddison P.O.V. The packborder is silent. The kind of silent that makes the hairs on my neck stand on end and keeps Ember alert in my mind. I told Liam I needed time to process, to think and to get my feelings in order. He never argued. He kissed my temple and asked me not to burn down the border, or kill too many rogues should I come into contact with some, but mindlink the warriors and keep them at bay until they arrived.

“That explains why it doesn’t spread like normal contagions. It doesn’t need to. The moment it makes contact, it doesn’t multiply—it replicates a state. It reprograms whatever it touches to behave like itself. Cold begets cold.” Emma added, “And warmth is the only counter-command.” Sarah snapped her fingers. “That’s why you can resist it. Your Ember isn’t just heat—it's a counter-rhythm. A living pulse. The virus wants stillness. The Ember is movement.” Steve groaned. “Can you two finish your science poetry after I stop seeing stars?” Emma smiled faintly, and her hands flared a bit brighter. “Hang on,” she whispered. “Just a little more.” ---

And I see it. A ring of trees scorched black at the base, yet alive. In the center, glowing like an ember from the bones of the earth, is the Heartwood Emberroot. Blood-red tendrils curl around stone. Fire dances faintly through its veins. I step forward. “Wait,” Inferno warns. “He’s coming.”

I couldn't help but wonder if he was voicing my doubts to try and sway me. "Ember's main job has been to safely grow and give birth to Kieran's child. She is a very strong and independent woman. She's going to focus on her fire mage skills even more now, no matter if Kieran is here or not. She will be alright," Nola's feminine voice cut through our masculine ones like a sharp knife of reason.

Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already. This stupid shade over my head is doing less to nothing to protect me from the rain. It's started to get really cold now. The wind is blowing ghastly almost, it seems like it must be storming in some places. Glad it's not happening here. I wouldn't like the idea of getting washed away from the earth with the harsh wind as much as Gabriel would like that. I have to admit though, I really like storms, I don't know why but It gives me inner peace, makes me all giddy for some unknown reason.