The Edge Of Reason Ember Novels & Stories

I feel it then, something dark and cold settling into my bones. “No,” I say softly. “She won’t.” Caelan meets my gaze, and for the first time, I see it. The feral edge. The willingness to burn worlds. He and I aren’t so different. “If she does,” he says quietly, “then we tear the throne down together.” Seren’s voice drifts after us, sorrowful and certain. “The gatekeeper bleeds. The shadow breaks. The flame remembers.” And somewhere, far away, through stone and lies and magic I feel Ember. She is still alive, still fighting, Gods help anyone who stands between me and her when I reach her again.

As a result, she very easily and often blended into the background regardless if she was surrounded by people, because of Aimi, or not. Eventually, the day came when they started talking about why they joined the school and Aimi spoke for the two of them. Legend has it that there was actually a stone with a shade of red so deep and dark that it looked exactly like blood and that its power would exceed even the clear gemstones. Its power was so great that it would be able to give flesh and bones and a consciousness to an artificial intelligence.

You just need to…’ he cut her off with a glare. ‘I’m perfectly okay.’ Almost immediately, he switched to his calm self as he walked towards her. ‘I’ll go dispose the body and be back. Be a good girl. Don’t make a scene.’ As he spoke, he reminded Clarissa of a dad talking to his child, it scared her. That and how volatile his emotions were. But she had to try and convince him to let her go. Somehow. ‘Flynn will be looking for me, you know that…’

Drizzy gave him a questioning look. Ethan chuckled. He walked past Drizzy to sit at the edge of the table before saying "I'm not hiding Drizz. You will know the night after tomorrow". Drizzy looked confused "What do you mean by the night after tomorrow?" "This" Ethan pulled out a card from the drawer and gave it to Drizzy who collected it with a skeptical look on her face Drizzy took the card wondering where this was leading to. The card was black with an ash ribbon tied in the middle.

She’d been hearing it more often lately. Not with her ears—*with her bones*. She pressed her palm flat against the glass. Moonlight pooled across the floor. And deep in her chest, something stirred. Not fear. Not even wonder. *Recognition.* Her heart beat steady. She whispered to no one: **EMBER** I hear you. The wind quieted, as if listening back. And for the first time, Ember didn’t feel like she was becoming someone new. She felt like she was *remembering* who she had always been.

“We’re besties! Better than besties, we’re two halves of a whole, we’re peanut butter and jelly, ice cream and chocolate sauce, bacon and eggs…We’re the best thing to hit this pack, ever! I’ll be the action and you’ll be the smarts! We’ve got this; you’ll see.” Ember rolled her eyes with amusement at her excitable wolf. She was definitely not the strong silent type. “Pfft, of course not; the strong silent type is overrated; besides, I finally get to be heard after all this time. It’s amazing not having to sit in silence all the time and I love it.” She supposed that was to be expected; she might be more willing to talk like Lume was if people actually cared about what she had to say.

she replies with a hint of sarcasm, her tone dripping with insincerity. "Really, and you just happened to have a bucket with you when you found her?" Eric's skepticism is palpable, his disbelief evident in the furrow of his brow. I remain bewildered, struggling to make sense of the situation unfolding before me. "Yeah, and now that you have her, you can be on your way," Ember declares dismissively, pivoting on her heel and striding out of the room. Eric's concerned gaze settles on me, his hand reaching out to grasp my arm as he scans me for any signs of harm.

"Did Ember tell you? About Marcus and the baby?" "Yes. We are meeting him tonight." "Good. Because there is something else. Something Ember does not know yet. I used my empathy on her during our last visit. The baby. Ryder the baby is different. Special. I felt power radiating from it that should not be possible.”

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends.

I shifted in my chair and prepared to take notes on whatever he said. "The Ember Moon pack is accessible through a hidden path. Not everyone is aware of this route." "Surprising," I said. He gave a nod of his head and carried on talking. "Since this path has less security, you may easily take it. They don't think anyone would be aware of that particular detail. "And?" "You would set off bombs around the region.