The Ember Knight Novels & Stories

This time the two members that are going to attack would be Emberstrike, the formidable fire wielder, and Tempest, the master of storms. Now Ethan and Gabriel informed the pack about the attack. The warning echoed through the pack, sending ripples of unease and anticipation. The pack members understood the gravity of the threat that loomed over them. It was only a matter of time before Emberstrike and Tempest would strike, seeking to bring chaos and destruction to their territory

"There's a young dragon named Ember who lives in the mountain caves. She's been exiled from her clan for refusing to mate with their chosen male." "Oh, I like her already," Kara says. "Nothing says 'strong female character' like refusing to be breeding stock." "Dragons hate demons," Elara explains. "Ancient enemies from before the kingdoms formed. Ember might be young and alone, but her fire could turn the tide in key battles." Marcus pulls out a crude map, spreading it across the floor. "Here's what I'm thinking. We split into three teams. Each team approaches a different group, makes our case, tries to form an alliance."

Daphne declared and I'm about to admire but I noticed her eyes narrow and there seemed to be an emotion written on her face that I couldn't Identify. “They rule and head over all the monsters, the King and Queen and their two children” Daphne narrates and I turn to the picture, observing with a shocked look as I stare at the figures in it. Ember…… I had known she was the daughter of the dragon King but the other person had caught me off guard. Lucian. Lucian was Ember's brother, he was royalty. I thought back to the non-chalant bad boy and envisioned him as a prince.

THE SKILLER, EMBER. I froze. Ember? That bitch. I hadn’t heard her name for months. Not since— I crumpled the letter, getting up from the bed instantly. I searched around, looking for anything that was out of place. What gift could she have left? If I know that girl fully, her gifts are deadly. She was one of the strongest female warriors of my pack, and if she was sent to do my job, then what next? Wait… do my job?

she whispered, her voice small and scared. Lucas Antonio,a man in his late thirties, a name whispered in boardrooms with reverence, a titan of industry, knelt before the small, broken child. The man who commanded vast energy empires, whose decisions swayed markets, found himself humbled by the profound grief etched on Ava's face. He recognized the hollowness in her eyes, a mirror of the despair he had once known. He gently lifted her into his arms. Her small body trembling against his.

"Gina told me. She's told me of most of the mercenary groups. Of Greenbush, and Hedgeshadow. Of Pondgrass, and Merriway. All powerful, deceptive, and fierce in battle. Yet, none as powerful as the Night Witch." Talks like this made Karl hard, but thanks to the heat of Lexi's cherry, it provided just enough heat to keep him from aching out in pain, and thanks to her tender ministration, and the rhythmic movement of her body against him. Slow and steady. "I like this beautiful feel of you," Karl said. "I am holding back my pleasure." "And you are driving me mad." ***

She personally liked Neoma as well. Just then, Kaiser’s gaze fell onto Zira. “No. There must be a reason why this Darkfire is below you.” He looked back at Neoma. “Show me what you’re hiding.” He began approaching Neoma again. Kaiser only took one step forward before he jumped back. He glared at the girl with dark purple fur standing in his way. Dust and petals were displaced and danced around her scarred legs.

Saavi had put her full body weight on Dhruv who held her like he was protecting her. "Dhruv," Saavi called him running her index finger on his bicep. "Yes, love." "Why do you call me Ember To My Flame?" she asked remembering when she was about to commit suicide Dhruv stopped her and confessed Saavi was The Ember to his Flame. "Interesting Question, love." Dhruv smiled before asking, "Do you know what Ember is?" Saavi raised her head from his chest and nodded vigorously. She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died."

Unlike me. Yes, he was right. I was indeed a monster. I wasn’t complicated, I wasn’t gray. I was only black. If Ember thought I was her knight in shining armor then she was so fucking wrong. That role was best suited to Damon. Me? I was a fucking grim reaper who was going to taint her innocence, claim her soul, capture her heart and would simply go to any extent just to make sure she won't ever be leaving me.

With a new weapon by his side and the sacrifice Kent made, peace was brought back to Priah while the knight’s spirit healed to a certain extent all thanks to the Queen. While the spirit healed Berfomet the 1st Demon continued to hone the TerraBreaker sword in preparation for battle. Despite its form of being a massive greatsword the Elven forge masters described it to be a weapon like no other, borrowing the traits of a sword, a spear, a hammer, a Halberd, , a scythe, and a crossbow of sorts.