The Ember Knight Novels & Stories

Anger surges in me again, and I sneer, "Leave!" "Kicking me out of my own house?" He chuckles, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "That's cute! But Sweetheart, have you decided yet?" My face burns in embarrassment. I revert my gaze with my jaw clenched. Pressing his cigar on the astray, he stands up and makes his way to me with steady steps that give me a bad vibe. I swallow at the sight of his muscles bulging through his military short sleeve shirt. No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him.

Let alone Henry Red. I’ve seen him while I was growing up and I can tell that the man was indeed a chick magnet. As to why she chose to live a peasant’s life when she could easily enjoy a lavish lifestyle for being the mother of the only heir of the manor and the…holy sh*t. It just came into my senses that Allie or Ember is the next Luna to the pack! I guess she had been waiting for me to hit the light bulb moment because she smiled a pitiful smile. The kind of smile that doesn’t reach the eye.

“It felt magical.” “Well… maybe?” Ember scoffed. “I guess I wouldn’t know what that feels like. I haven’t found my mate. I’m just here, mate-less and hospitalized while you’re out kissing magical boys.” “Oh come on, Ember,” Piper groaned. “I apologized.” “Yes, and I am milking it appropriately.” Ember pouted for two full seconds… then her expression snapped back to serious. “Now. You mentioned the Widow’s Bane.” Piper stiffened.

I couldn’t help but chuckle through a bite of my food, because I knew her; cunning, smart, and dangerously composed. She tilted her head, feigning confusion. “I… I haven’t heard from Drakinral in months. The last time I visited his pack, the old lady was still in critical condition…” I cut through my meat with a knife, smiling as I spoke. “The old lady’s been recovering fast, and Ember… she’s proving far more resilient than we anticipated,” I said and continued after a brief pause. “We’ve not been able to land a physical attack on that Ember. It’s been Mission Impossible because security’s too tight. Our best-laid plans have fallen short even” I shrugged my shoulders.

Unexpected Allies Before Luna could react further, smaller figures emerged from the shadows near the rift’s edge—creatures cloaked in molten energy, humanoid in shape but flickering like molten embers. “They are called Emberkin,” Mira explained. “Ancient spirits tied to the Moonfire. They’ve awakened to assess the Moonbearer’s resolve.” One stepped forward, extending a hand of molten gold. “Moonbearer,” it said, voice like flowing magma, “we are bound to the rift. Your mastery of the moons has been noted. To proceed deeper, you must accept our guidance and prove your unity with the Moonfire.” Luna’s heart raced. “Guidance… how? What must I do?”

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t

Ember's POV When I woke, the world was wet stone and cold iron. My arms were stretched above my head, chains biting into my wrists until my skin burned. The air shimmered faint blue, alive with whispers that hummed against my bones. Every breath I took tasted like metal and ash. My disguise was gone....no bandages, no cloak, no voice to hide behind. Just me. Ember. And the truth I’d spent months burying.

His body was tense, coiled for attack. “You have five seconds to explain why you’re trespassing,” he growled. “I’m not trespassing,” she said smoothly. “I was invited.” I stepped beside him. “By who?” She held up a pendant, carved with the mark from my mother’s old journal—the Crescent Flame. “I’m Ember,” she said. “Elaine Greywood’s firstborn. Your sister.” I reeled. “No. My mother never mentioned—” “She couldn’t,” Ember cut in. “Because they erased me. Hid me. To protect you.”

Yet he remained upright, staring forward, where a massive silhouette slowly emerged from the blazing red mist. Step by step, the sounds were heavy, like metal striking stone. Then a tall figure clad in bronze armor appeared, its eyes empty but glowing orange behind the helmet. In its hand it held something strange, a sword without a blade. The hilt was long, but the end of it was empty, only vibrating, reflecting light like an illusion. “You…” “Akarion,” the figure replied flatly. Its voice sounded like two stones grinding against each other. “Second Arka, guardian of the Ember Temple. This is where the War God’s fire is forged, and where human foolishness is roasted.”

My fingers uncurled from the dirt, and the pain vanished—replaced by a power so fierce, so pure, it felt like starlight coursing through my veins. “Finally,” Ember’s voice rumbled from my throat, but it wasn’t my voice. It was deeper, firmer, carrying a thousand echoes of lives long gone. “You’ve caused enough destruction, Kael.” Kael’s eyes widened as the air shifted. “No…” he whispered, stumbling back. “That’s not possible—” “Oh, it’s very possible.” Ember smiled through me, and even I could feel how cold it was. “You forget, boy… I am not merely inside her. I am her.”