The Ember Knight Novels & Stories

"well then, I know this really good place where they sell really tasty Kimbap. Wanna try?" Jun nodded actively and Yeon chuckled leading the way. They were almost near the restaurant when Yeon heard a sound and turned around. There laid Jun, unconscious in the middle of the street. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Leaving Erica's office, I felt agitated and on edge. I was used to controlling my emotions and my actions but at this moment I felt like I would explode. I had begun to pry open the safe that I kept locked in my mind and feelings were beginning to seep out while I desperately tried to push them back in. On my way home, I called my husband and told him that I needed a break, and asked if he could watch the children so that I could spend the night at the casino alone. Usually, you would have a good time staying at a casino, but I was more interested in the free room that they give you for gambling there in the past. I needed that free room right now. I do not want to put this burden on my fami

says Skorn. “I will come with you and help you,” the boy vows. Skorn frees him and he and all of his followers leave the castle. Once they are safely outside the castle walls at a neighboring castle, Skorn turns to the boy. “So, lad tell me, what is your name? My brother was so rude to not even get it.” “My name is Jack, and I will use my magic to make sure the King of Ember knows and remembers me. His fears of me will come true. I could have been a magnificent weapon for him, but now he will pay the price of his ignorance with his life,” vows Jack.

I've never heard it before. 'Emberborns have long been recognized from birth. The trait emerges more frequently in a minority of Omega families, and this divine mark is often passed from parent to offspring. Emberborns were once believed to have been chosen by the goddess, as their ability to lead, support, and care for others is innate and unwavering. Their sense of justice is enhanced, and though excessive kindness and generosity are displayed from those with this trait, they have the right amount of ruthlessness expected from a leader.

And to assist you, you have a special knight allotted to you. I froze. "A knight?" The first thing that came to my mind was a stoic, armored protector who stood still in the hallway and looked on. "Yes," Rowan said. It is the knight who must guard you at all times. He will be able to taste your food before you eat, drink before you drink, go with you wherever you go, and be ready to protect you against all perils. His life can be under threat, but that is what he is supposed to do. You must accept it. There is no alternative."

None dared speak unless spoken to. At the center of the chamber stood a new altar—not of fire, but of light-warmed obsidian, etched with sigils of both old and new. The Ember Crown rested atop it, fashioned not from gold or iron, but woven flame, held in a lattice of bone and ash. It waited for her. --- The council chambers echoed with voices again.

Raised her hands. “Just you and me. No blades. No fire. No Rafael. No ghosts. Just us.” Lucien hissed under his breath. “Ember, no ” Beta didn’t blink. “You’re not ready.” “I’ve been ready since I was a child strapped to a chair,” Ember said. “You were his backup. But I was the original.” Boom. A ceiling beam cracked and dropped behind them raining sparks. The system timer flashed: 07:21 – CORE DETONATION IMMINENT

Especially since my visual impairment in one of his ranked member’s children makes the pack look weak. As soon as we shift. You’ll be able to see through my eyes. Says Emerald excitedly. Maybe then our mate will want us. I remember the vision I had from before. Emerald can help me see. But do I really want a mate who doesn’t love me because of something I can’t control? Wesley has continuously either ignored me or let me know how useless I am to the pack. He won’t make me his Luna. And perhaps I’ll have to feel betrayal for the rest of my life. I think back to my vision. No he’ll reject me. I think bitterly. So much better. Emerald whimpers in my head. I wonder who the brown eyed person is t

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

I’m in Cillian Veyne’s body, lean, chiseled, cock annoyingly sensitive as always, dressed in a silver-embroidered black suit that screams scholarly power. My harem flanks me: Ardyn, regal in gold, emerald eyes scanning the crowd; Kaelen, stormy gaze softened but obsessive, hand brushing mine. Zane, silver hair tied back, rogue smirk sharp as he eyes the exits. My fangirl heart’s losing it. The emperor and empress in the flesh! Emperor Valtor, broad-shouldered with a gray-streaked beard, exudes authority, his crown glinting as he toasts our victory.