Novel & Cerita The Edge Of Reason Werewolf Novel Ember

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

Very cozy, very ‘let's have a civilized chat before I ruin your life. "Where are we?" Ember's voice echoed in my head. Oh good. She was back. “Can we not?” I said to her, “I was just getting used to your absence.” "Rude. I'm literally a part of you." “Yeah, well, I didn't ask for that, did I?” I responded, rolling my eyes. "You're welcome, by the way. For the whole 'being a wolf' thing. It really adds to your charm."

A spear shot toward us, and Ember ducked low, the weapon whistling past her ear before she clamped her jaws around its body and snapped it in two. Another wolf lunged at our hind legs. Ember twisted, slamming her paw across his muzzle hard enough to make his head whip sideways. He whimpered, stumbling back, dazed but alive. They were everywhere, surrounding us, but Ember was a storm in their midst. Every move was calculated, every strike meant to disable, not destroy. She danced between them, leaving a trail of groaning bodies but no corpses. Through it all, one thought beat like a drum in my skull. Garrick. Garrick. Garrick.

Now more than ever, I heed my dad’s warning. But it’s Rayne that finally asks, “How did you kill the Council member then?” I freeze, “Tell them.” Ember prompts me. “I’m different. It is the best way I can describe how I did that.” They all look at me curiously. “Tell them.” Ember prompts me again. I will take her advice this time. Taking a deep breath, I got up and walked over to the fireplace. “Have you ever heard of elemental wolves?” “Heard of them, but never met one.” King Dawson says.

The Alpha’s Choice The scent of blood and ash still hung in the air as dawn broke over the smoldering forest. Ember’s eyes opened slowly, her body aching from the battle, her mind reeling from what she had done. She had stood her ground. She had called upon her wolf. And for the first time, she hadn’t backed down.

I gazed at her, fully aware that such a fate wasn't in the cards for me. My wolf needed to emerge before the mate bond could be felt. No wolf, no mate. "That sounds lovely," I blurted out before I could halt my words. "Oh, Sera," Ember uttered as she gently held my hand. "You will encounter your mate one day. Your wolf will stir. She cannot be suppressed forever." She comforted me. I nodded, even though I harbored doubts about that ever happening. ********** "Stay put, Seraphina," Ember grunted as she untangled my hair.

she commanded, her focus solely on the task at hand, seemingly indifferent to my predicament. In a display of tactical prowess, Emberlyn's seasoned mercenaries advanced towards the cabin with precision, their movements coordinated and efficient. As they closed in, two of the mercenaries underwent a startling transformation, their bodies morphing into werewolf forms. The situation took an unexpected turn as the mercenary leader ordered one of our werewolf allies to approach the front door. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, tension coiling in my muscles. Suddenly, violence erupted. The werewolf was flung back out of the cabin, a sickening crunch echoing as its head hit the ground. Hor

“Ember, listen to me. He doesn’t have much time. You need a clear mind now, we need to work together.” Her head whipped around. Her eyes, still blazing with an unnatural, beautiful gold color, that held no trace of my friendliness. From my observation I could only see she was mad with a possessive panic which stared back at me. A deep, warning growl left her mouth and vibrated through my palm. Uncle Gerald stepped forward, but I threw my arm out to block him. Ember’s body began to convulse. I heard the first sickening crack of bone beginning to rearrange. Her wolf was taking over, a blind, instinctual drive to protect its dying other half.

his kick sent fresh waves of pain shooting through me, forcing a low groan from my cracked lips. I tried to rise, but my body refused to obey. The wounds that laced my skin felt like they had just been set aflame, each one a burning reminder of my weakness. I wasn’t like them—like him. Without a wolf, my body couldn’t heal properly, leaving me vulnerable to every cruel act. And Benson? He swam joyously in it. I know you're wondering how I got myself in this situation right. I'm Ember, the mistress mute daughter to the late Crescent Moon alpha.

he announced, his voice booming across the room. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and anger flared up inside me. How could they accuse Ember of something so vile? I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the room, and narrowed my eyes at Thomas. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Explain yourself. Now.” Another elder leaned forward, his face grim. “Since Ember came into the Scar Moon pack as your mate and Luna, people have been dying,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “It can’t be a coincidence. She’s the reason behind it, Alpha Rowan.”